BRIANNA’S POV
It was already sunset as I walked home. My fingers tightened around my phone. The screen was blank as I waited for a reply from the triplets. I had sent them a text hours ago, but the silence on their end was deafening. I couldn’t help but feel worried. I haven’t heard from them in a while. Were they okay? Did they get into much trouble with their dad?
I sighed, trying to push the thoughts away. I hoped they were okay. I missed them so much. Between the chaos surrounding my mother and the uncertainty about my mates, the weight of everything felt suffocating. By the time I reached home, I was mentally drained. I was desperate for something, anything to give me hope.
As I stepped inside, I spotted my dad sitting at the kitchen table. His expression was filled with worry.
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