YELENA

Tristan brushed his hair back with his hand, looking at the screen of Claire’s iPad with a look of mock seriousness. “My network isn’t going,” he said, trying to act like a defeated customer.

Claire didn’t buy it for a second. She scoffed, her small face hardening with pure business logic. “Just say you can’t afford it!”

Beside me, Tyla shook her head, disappointed in her father, before resting her face against my chest. She clearly thought her father was being very ...