*Lena*

My chest squeezed as I watched Xander and my mom speaking in low tones on the terrace. I’d been trying to make my way toward them for the better part of five minutes but found myself stuck in meaningless conversations with practically everyone in the room.

He’d motioned me over, but I was stuck in place, chewing on a dry waffle I hadn’t had the chance to dress with butter or syrup because of my cousin Kat’s extensive questions about the ...