Lila’s P.O.V.
The truck hummed steadily beneath us as we drove back home, the night settling in around the quiet countryside. The weekend getaway with the Miller family had been exactly what I needed—a break from the grind, a chance to unwind. But now, with Monday looming on the horizon, the reality of work and responsibilities was creeping back in.
I sat in the passenger seat, the cool night air drifting through the open window as I watched the trees blur past. Skye was driving, his hand resting casually on the wheel, while Blade was sprawled out in the backseat, his feet propped up on the center console between us. The silence in the truck was comfortable, filled with the remnants of the weekend’s laughter and memories.
But Blade, never one to let things stay quiet for long, broke the
