Adeline POV
I couldn't help thinking about what the twins composure throughout this evening’s saga. They were first quiet on the drive home, the type that carried questions they’re too polite to ask.
Streetlights slide across their faces in flashes. I could see Caleb’s small nose wrinkling each time and Elijah’s fingers tracing fog onto the glass.
“Mom?” Caleb asked softly after a while. “You’re mad.”
“Am I?” I glanced at him through the rearview mirror. His brows are drawn, serious in the way only children can be when they think they’re the adult in the room.
“You make that face when you pretend not to be mad,” Elijah adds. “The one where your mouth goes straight like a line.”
I try to smile. “Maybe I’m just thinking.”
Elijah folds his arms. “About that mean lady?”
“That lady,” I
