The way we had all linked pinkies with her, one by one, sealing a promise we hadn’t even understood yet.
A promise we were still f*****g trying to keep.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight.
Matthew exhaled, the humor in his expression softening. "That’s what had us laughing, kid. Your father remembered it and started losing his s**t. Said it was the first time he realized you three were going to be *completely screwed* when it came to her."
My father let out a low hum, his eyes dark with something unreadable. "And I was right."
I glared at him, my chest tight with something I didn’t want to name. "You think this is *funny*?"
His lips twitched, but his gaze didn’t waver. "No. I think it’s *fate*."
The laughter in the room had faded, replaced by something heavier,
