Elijah & Caleb’s POV
The burger smelled amazing when the lady set the tray down. The fries were golden, the soda fizzed, and the buns shone like they’d been brushed with magic.
Usually, I’d grab the biggest one first, and Caleb would whine about ketchup. But tonight, neither of us moved.
Caleb poked at his fries. “They’re cold already,” he mumbled.
“They’re not,” I said, just to say something. I bit one—it was hot enough to burn my tongue—but even that didn’t make me hungry. My stomach felt funny, like it had a knot in it.
Because I couldn’t stop seeing her face.
That grandma.
The one with the fancy dress and sharp eyes.
The way she looked at us—like we were something wrong.
Mathias sat across from us, cutting his burger neatly in half. He always looked calm, like nothing could sh
