"That auntie's not a nice person," Nathan muttered from the backseat.
The car was quiet save for the hum of the engine and the soft music playing low from the radio. The sky outside had already darkened into a bluish-purple hue, streaked with the last remnants of sunset. From the driver's seat, Katherine's hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
"No," she thought silently. "She's not."
They had left the toy store with their gifts and fled from the chaos Miranda had stirred. After the confrontation, Katherine had ushered the twins and Jazz to another floor in the mall, anywhere that didn't carry the scent of Miranda's perfume or the sharpness of her voice.
Even patient, sunny Jazz had vented a rare spark of frustration as they sat around a different food stall eating fishballs and noodles.
