Later that evening, we made our way to the concert Rachel was so excited about. We booked an Uber, taking our positions at the back seats. Loud music blasted through the speakers courtesy of Rachel. Rachel bobbed her head along to the beat and sang along to the lyrics. I tried to join in but I wasn't really feeling it. My mind kept wandering to the triplets. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should be with them right now, not here in this car.
Rachel turned to look at me “Come on, Bri! Loosen up a bit! This is supposed to be fun!”
I forced a smile. Rachel’s enthusiasm was contagious, but tonight, it felt like I was immune to it. I glanced down at my phone, wanting to send a quick text to the triplets to let them know where I was. The last thing I wanted was for them to worry. I didn't
