LAYLA'S POV
“Sixty days” has been on repeat in my head since the phone call, but the number stops mattering the second Garrett walks into Iron Howl with his brother.
Fang is different from Garrett. He doesn't perform. He doesn't smile. He walks into the clubhouse behind Garrett and his eyes move through the room the way someone assesses a building they're planning to buy. He files the triplets under something before he's been here ten minutes, and when his gaze passes over me, my lie-sensing produces something I haven't felt before. Not a chill. Not the metallic taste. A stillness. Like the air before a storm decides which direction to move.
Garrett spends the day performing "civil co-parent." He talks to council members with his reasonable voice, asks about my father's health with conc
