Lynn's POV

Baron turned eighteen on a Tuesday.

He came downstairs that morning the same way he came downstairs every morning — precise, unhurried, already thinking about something. He accepted the birthday wishes from his siblings with the specific patience of someone who understood this was happening to him and was prepared to endure it gracefully. Selene had made him a card. Asher had spent three days deciding what to say in it. Lira had painted something small and left it ...