Sophia’s POV

“Bye, Mom!” I say to her, waving and grinning so much that my cheeks hurt. She stands at the door and waves back. Ava stands behind her in the shadow, still teasing me with winks while pointing at Alexander, who walks ahead with my small duffel bag and purse hanging across each of his shoulders.

I simply roll my eyes and wave at her.

Oddly enough, my mom didn’t question my little luggage. Although she did stare at it with a suspicious look the whole time I carried it, ...