Selena’s POV
Hot tears sprang to my eyes, threatening to spill over as I stood outside the hotel, phone clutched in my hand, desperately searching for a nearby, affordable motel to stay in. My daughters tugged at my dress, their voices a muted whine in the thousand thoughts consuming me.
All our belongings were scattered on the ground, painful evidence of our terrible situation. We needed a place to stay, and fast.
Abruptly, a powerful punch to my stomach snapped me back to reality. I turned to glare at Rose, my frustration exploding. “What’s your problem, young lady?!”
She pointed with her chin. I followed her gaze, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was—it was Flynn. He looked different now, dressed immaculately in a black tuxedo, but the worry lines that creased between his brow
