Storm POV
Watching Cloe on the back of the trike made me smile. She's a natural for riding. Cloe was on the back of my bike once when we visited her family, but we haven't had the chance to visit again. With her brother moving here soon, he might want to move to the town with Cloe, not stay here in this town. Haven't discussed that with Mum and Dad yet.
Mum insisted I didn't follow Cloe around like a lost puppy, or worry Dad, to let Cloe find her own way. It wasn't easy to watch from a distance. I grabbed our food, my eyes rarely strayed from the direction Cloe went, and when I had our food in hand, I walked closer, and my eyes stayed glued to the bathroom door, where Mum had said she had gone. I think we were all watching Cloe, assessing how she was doing. All ready to rush over and gi
