Coral’s POV
The drive to the Beta House was quiet, except for the occasional glance from my father through the rearview mirror. Gia had dozed off in her car seat, her tiny face relaxed in sleep, while Gio sat beside me, kicking his feet against the seat, humming to himself.
As soon as we pulled up, before I could even reach for the door handle, it flew open.
An eleven-year-old boy stood in the doorway, his head c****d to the side, eyes scanning me like I was some ancient artifact. His face was a younger version of Reid’s, but the mischievous smirk? That was all his own.
"Hey, you look old. Are you my decrepit sister, Coral?"
I let out an exhausted sigh, rolling my eyes. "Not you too."
"Yes, me too," he shot back without missing a beat. "You just left us. Didn't say goodbye or nothing
