...SOREN...
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The drive to my parents’ mansion felt endless.
The kids were screaming in the back seat — Evie fighting Zayden over some stupid toy, Whitney asleep in her car seat with her head tilted slightly toward the window. I glanced at her through the rearview mirror, watching her small chest rise and fall. For a second, everything else faded.
Then Cassidy’s voice disrupted the calm. “Evie! Zayden! I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’ll—”
She didn't finish her sentence but her tone was sharp enough to cut glass, and it made them stiffen instantly.
But they continued bickering anyway.
I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. “Cass, let it go. They’re kids.”
“They’re your kids too,” she snapped, glaring at me from the back seat, her lips tight, her bandaged cheek catc
