–Laura–
"Let's go to the panic room," Damon said, standing up as he picked up the paper bags of baby clothes. He reached for Livana's hand without even asking. Choco padded behind them, silent and alert.
Sometimes I think Damon can read my sister's mind better than anyone.
"What's that?" Livana asked softly, extending her hand.
I placed the object into her palm, watching her fingers explore its shape. Her touch lingered on it—delicate, like she knew it was something important even before she asked.
"Let those bastards go," she said firmly.
Damon paused. "Why?"
"Just let them go," she replied. "I don't want more blood staining this house. We've had enough… right?"
He grunted in agreement. That was all. No argument, no questions. We headed into the library.
The curtains were open. Outside, I saw Logan engaged in close combat with someone. The sheer violence of it made my stomach twist. My breath caught—I hated seeing that.
