Tristan POV
Few minutes later. The door to the penthouse finally opened and I heard it before I saw anything. Not yelling exactly, worse.
Wait is that Caroline Hayes’s voice? What is Juniper’s mom doing here?
Her voice carried across the open floor plan, steady and precise.
"Put your things in the suitcase, Juniper. Now. I'm not asking again."
I stopped in the entryway, bag still on my shoulder.
The living room was a mess. Juniper's suitcase was open on the floor. Clothes were scattered around it. Her laptop was closed on the coffee table, notes pushed to the side. Caroline stood over the suitcase like a general surveying a battlefield, arms crossed, perfectly pressed coat, hair pulled back so tight it looked painful. Ethan was leaning against the kitchen island, arms folded, watch
