“Do not let her leave.”

archway, I spotted Rowan in the kitchen, her back turned to the sliding glass door. Sawyer was out in the manicured yard, corralled with two younger cousins. Cormac remained on the line, the tiny earbud hidden beneath my hair whispering instructions.

“Talk about the UV index. Two moves. Do not narrate your actions.”

I strode into the kitchen, pasting continue reading …