“The club, the families, the garage, all of it.” I added and Sophia smiled.
“Neither did we.” Sophia said and I laughed softly.
“I spent most of my life believing I was better off alone.” I said as Emma stopped stirring.
“And now?” Emma asked as I looked toward the doorway.
“Now I'm not so sure.” I said.
Nobody pushed me to explain. They didn't need to. They understood.
Dinner was ready just before seven, and everyone gathered around the long tables in the clubhouse dining room.
The children sat together while the adults filled the other seats, and the room became loud almost immediately.
Someone complained about the amount of food. Someone else accused them of taking too much. One of the children dropped a fork and another started laughing.
Jace sat beside me, and his hand rested
