Raelynn's POV

Four years have passed.

"Vespera! Jorah!" I call out, glancing at my phone yet again and groaning at the ticking clock. "Let's go! We are so late!"

"I'm coming, Mommy!" Jorah shouts, bursting out of his bedroom at full speed. His school backpack hangs from one hand, and his shoes are clenched in the other. He skids to a halt by the entrance, drops to the floor, and begins tugging on his sneakers while I hurriedly stuff a snack and water ...