KEYLA

I woke up with a loud groan, pulling the blanket over my head. “No, no, no…” I whispered to myself.

I couldn’t believe last night. Did it really happen? Was it just a dream? I peeked out from under the blanket, staring at the ceiling.

Hunter and Chase were in my house last night. Sitting at the dinner table. Laughing. Talking. Acting like they owned the place. Acting like… they were part of the family already.

And Aunt Oakley? Oh, she was the worst. She was ...