RAVENNA
Five years later.
I was late, again.
“Riven! Where are my scrubs? I folded them last night, I swear I… oh no, no no no…” I groaned tripping over my own boots as I shoved one foot into them while trying to drag a brush through my hair.
The house was already alive with the sound of chaos. My chaos.
“Ironed them and placed them on the couch,” Elias called from the kitchen, voice calm as ever, like he hadn’t said that five times already this week.
I found the scrubs right where he said they’d be. “You’re a saint,” I muttered, half dressed as I shoved my arms through the sleeves and ran toward the kitchen, grabbing the first thing I could from the counter, a slice of plain bread.
“Riven!” I called, mouth full. “Come here.”
She peeked her head around the corner, eyes wide and ske
