Jameson's POV

I wheeled out of the room, checking my phone. Dad had texted, asking to meet in the garden. I sighed, rubbing my temple before placing my phone back in my pocket. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I saw Aria walk past me and head into the kitchen without any acknowledgement.

That didn't bother me but where she had entered. I paused, frowning. Was she planning on cooking? For everyone? Or did she just want to grab something?

My grip tightened on the wheels as an image of ...