Alissa's POV
Ever since I started working part-time at Elias’s burger joint, life has quietly begun to fall back into place.
Nights like tonight were becoming a familiar rhythm — the three of us, Elias, Ivy and me, would gather around one of the diner’s worn booths, sharing stories and fries. The neon sign outside bathed the windows in a warm, flickering glow, casting shades of pink and blue over our little corner of the world. The scent of freshly grilled patties hung in the air, mingling with the sound of rain tapping softly against the glass.
“Ivy, pass me the fries,” Elias said, his usual stoic expression softening as he glanced at his sister.
Ivy grinned, plucking a fry from the basket before sliding it toward him. “You owe me one.”
He rolled his eyes but took the fries without
