.... RILEY...
*****
“What do you mean, sis?" I asked sweetly as if I didn't know what she's talking about.
She gave me that cold, assessing look, the kind that always made me feel like I was twelve again and had borrowed her clothes without asking. Which I never stopped— Dad always got her new things. His favorite.
“Zayden. Evie. Eat properly.” She glared at her kids.
Both of them instantly went quiet, staring down at their plates. The sparkle in their eyes faded in seconds.
“Good grief,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. “You walk in and it’s like someone hit the mute button.
Cass glanced at me, her expression unreadable. “Discipline, Riley. It’s called discipline. You wouldn’t understand—you’re the most undisciplined person I’ve ever met.”
Khloe appeared with a cup of
