Willow's POV

I couldn’t shake the unease as I parked my car outside Jason’s house. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as if clinging to any semblance of control I had left. Today was the day. After eight years of trying to forget, I would face them again. The triplets. Asher, Aiden, Axel. Just their names made my stomach churn with a mixture of dread and anger.

I glanced in the rearview mirror at my twins, Daniel and Ella, who were sitting quietly in the backseat. They ...