~Jennie’s~

“Blue, stay where I can see you!” I call out, waving as he waddles toward the sandbox.

He giggles and flops down like a melting marshmallow, his curls bouncing, cheeks pink. I settle on the bench nearby with my bag beside me and a coffee in one hand. The air smells like warm grass and sunscreen, and for once, it feels like a normal morning. Like maybe the world isn’t always falling apart.

Our bodyguard, Thomas, is pretending to scroll his phone a few feet behind me, but I see how his eyes scan every passing face. That’s the thing about money, fame, and being part of the Cuss...