Chelsea had a car registered for me under her name. It’s the same one I’m driving while returning from work now.

Her call comes on the display screen and I don’t hesitate to receive it before her voice rings from the other side, “Tara, are you with Eryis?”

“She’s in school,” I reply, “I’m on my way to pick her up.”

“Call me when you do.”

I roll my eyes. “You only care about Eryis, don’t you?”

“She’s my lucky charm.” Chelsea chuckles. “Don’t be a ...