CYNTHIA's P O V

Julian’s home was not what I expected. It’s a quaint little white house with a small garden and a garage. The lawn was well cared of.

Julian pulled into the driveway and turned the engine off. I heard Stef groan in the back while Alex started to stir in his sleep, slowly blinking his eyes, and then opening them.

‘‘Where are we?’’ Alex asked, yawning, and stretching his arms as he looked around.

‘‘We’re here now at Julian’s house…’’ I said as I unlocked the car and hopped out.

‘‘What did she do?’’ As Julian looked at Stef who was splayed out on the back seat,...