I sat in the backseat of the triplets’ car. After Anthony called Trevor and Kevin, they arrived in a heartbeat. They decided to deal with Gavin and insisted I be around to watch.
The tension was thick enough to choke on. Kevin was driving. His jaw was clenched tight as he stared out of the windshield. Trevor sat in the passenger seat, arms folded across his chest. And Anthony, well… Anthony was beside me, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his thigh.
I could feel it all—each of their emotions swirling around me. I knew this wasn’t going to end well. I wanted to say something, to calm them down, but I knew better. This wasn’t the time to intervene. Not yet.
From where I sat, I could see Gavin walking down the street with his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder. He didn’t see us at
