~Jennie’s~

“How poetic,” Reo mutters, staring out the rain-pelted window. “Of all weekends, the universe picks this one to drown us together.”

The storm beats against the glass like it’s got a grudge, and I swear even the sky is judging us. Thunder rumbles low and long. It’s been pouring for hours. The main roads are flooded, and the backup generator already blinked twice. So now we’re stuck—me, Leo, Reo, Blair, and Blue—in this echoing suburban mansion like some stupid sitcom no one asked for.

I sit cross-legged on the living room rug, cradling a squirmy Blue who keeps tossing his stuffed rabbit at Reo, then giggling when Reo ignores...