The morning sun filtered through the windshield of Mark’s truck, casting soft golden light across the dashboard. The rumble of the engine was steady beneath them as Mark drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on his thigh. Ronnie sat in the passenger seat, a warm coffee cup in her hands, and Theo was tucked into the backseat with his backpack, bouncing his foot to the beat of the song playing faintly on the radio.
It was one of those rare, quiet mornings where nothing had gone wrong—yet.
Ronnie glanced at her little brother through the rearview mirror. “So, Theo,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “Your birthday is next weekend. Where do you want to have it this year?”
Theo perked up instantly. “The trampoline park!”
Ronnie raised an eyebrow. “Again?”
Theo
