Kaela

As the car cruised to a stop before the fleet of cars in the garage, I pulled the door open, pushing it wider and jumping out.

“Kaela?” Mom called, but I ignored her. “Kaela!” she yelled my name.

I kept walking without turning.

Inside the sitting room, my fathers were all waiting. Keller walked towards me, worry written over his face.

“Sweetheart,” he called. “Are you okay?”

I stopped when he approached. He squatted, cradling my chin. “We ...