Of course it was.
At this point I was fairly certain even the broom closets in this house were probably the size of a studio apartment.
Sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting soft lines across the bed where two small figures were tangled together beneath a pile of blankets.
They hadn't even bothered getting under them properly.
Just collapsed on top like they had run out of energy halfway through the process.
My chest tightened a little.
Yeah.
That confirmed it.
Rough night.
Elle was curled on her side, one arm draped protectively over Owen in a way that made her look about ten years older than she actually was.
The resemblance to Aria hit me immediately.
Same stubborn little crease between her brows.
Owen, on the other hand, was sprawled across the mattress like a tin
