I stopped in the hallway, eyebrows raised, and Asher glanced at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
“They’ve been… doing this a lot lately.” I said, voice low, as we both watched the scene unfold. “Sleeping around. Trying to… cope, I guess.”
Asher’s jaw tightened slightly. “They’re different. It’s not like them.”
“No.” I agreed, voice soft. “But maybe that’s how they’re healing. If it helps them move past what Lydia did… then I won’t interfere. They’re adults. They can make their own choices.”
The twins didn’t notice us yet, and we let them move on, retreating down the hall toward the kitchen. Their laughter echoed faintly, oddly carefree, but underneath it was something brittle, something I knew wouldn’t last if we didn’t help them rebuild trust and stability.
I leaned again
