Matt

I was chopping carrots.

That’s it. Just carrots.

Normal. Very domestic. Very fine.

Rain leaned against the doorway, watching me like I was a science experiment.

“You’re going after those carrots.”

“Just making dinner.”

“You’re making confetti.”

I glanced down. Okay, yeah. They were more shredded than sliced. Whatever.

“I’m fine,” I said.

Rain’s brows lifted. “You said that like someone who hasn’t been fine since the last full moon.”

I kept chopping. “Everything’s under control.”

“You mean the fire twins are having prophetic nightmares? The sky went purple last night. Or the part where Lia hasn’t slept in two days?”

I stopped. Knife in midair. “Pick one.”

Rain...