Alexander's POV

"Where are we going?" Theodore's small voice cuts through the quiet hum of the truck's engine from the backseat. I glance into the rearview mirror, catching sight of him nestled safely in his car seat, strapped in the middle of the bench behind me. He looks so right there—small, innocent, and completely unaware of the chaos around him.

I open my mouth to tell him, but Brittany beats me to it with a sly smirk cast my way.

"To Brother ...