Rhett’s POV
That night, I had just opened my book, ready to preview tomorrow’s lessons, when my phone started vibrating.
And it didn’t stop.
I frowned slightly and reached over to pick it up.
—Group chat messages.
The four of us.
I tapped in.
The messages had already flooded an entire screen.
At the very top was a photo.
I paused.
It was a picture of a little girl, around six years old.
Very fair skin, clear eyes, long eyelashes.
She looked like she was wrapped in light.
Ethan: “Wow, such a cute little girl. Adrien, who is this?”
Valentine: “Probably just a picture downloaded from the internet.”
Reasonable.
That’s what I thought too.
Then another message popped up.
Adrien: “That’s my sister.”
My fingers paused for a moment.
Then I kept scrolling.
Ethan: “Your sister?
