“I’m not sure we should tell Dad,” I said, pressing my fingertips against my temple.

Levi looked over his coffee mug and leaned back against his seat at the kitchen table. “Why? He’ll be pissed if we don’t tell him what’s going on.”

I shrugged. “Frankly, I don’t care if he’ll be mad. After everything he’s done without consulting us? Look where it got us. Ava tossed and turned all last night.

She’s worried sick about Charlotte.”

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