“f*****g hell.” He buried his face in his hands, let out a long, weary sigh, and that was that.
So here we are, three and a half weeks later, settling into our cozy little safe house like the world’s most dysfunctional family.
Yasmin claimed the master bedroom immediately and none of us were brave enough to argue. Zeke, predictably, slunk along after her like the lovesick puppy he is, though I’m pretty sure Yas is gonna make him sleep at the foot of the bed, also like a lovesick puppy.
Bastian took the smaller bedroom at the end of the hall, the one with a window overlooking the backyard and, more importantly, a clear sightline to both the front and back doors. Sage got set up in what was once meant to be a home office. It was the only room where his new wheelchair could fit in the spac
