AdrianKayla did not let go of me when we got home. That was the first thing I noticed. Usually, exhaustion sent her inward. She curled up, tucked herself away, made herself small again, as if joy cost too much to sustain for long. However, tonight is different, though. She stayed pressed to my side as Miguel unlocked the door, her fingers hooked into the hem of my coat like an anchor.I did not tell her to move. I did not tense, either, at least not enough for her to notice.Miguel glanced back at us, one dark brow lifting slightly. He said nothing. He never ruined moments by naming them.Inside, Kayla kicked off her shoes without being prompted. They landed crooked by the door, messy and careless. A small rebellion.She noticed them too, her eyes flicked down, then up at me, waiting.I smiled. Just a little. “We’ll fix it later.” Her shoulders dropped, relief soft and visible. She padded into the living room
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