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I drawled languidly. Noah's voice rose to a high pitch. "Everything is a mess here, and you're okay with going on a vacation? Mom, you're just so selfish!" "You're allowed to leech off of me, but I can't take a moment for myself? Noah, get over yourself. You really are your father's son through and through. The only thing you know how to do is ruin people's day with your revolting excuses! Get lost!" I replied. I boarded my flight and enjoyed two weeks of fun with my old friends. I was finally experiencing the grand life Connor spoke of. It really was quite nice.

Dad started. “Dad. No.” He cleared his throat. “Right. Anyway. We’re taking a family trip this weekend.” My stomach plummeted. “Family trip.” “Yes!” Victoria clapped. “Beach house in Spring Lake. Two hours away. Private beach, gorgeous views, perfect for bonding.” Bonding. That cursed word again. “This weekend?” I asked. “Friday through Sunday,” Dad confirmed. “We leave tomorrow morning.” Tomorrow. “I have plans.” “What plans?” Dad’s brows lifted.

The one I thought I'd never see again. "I mean we're going to stay up all night and then we're going to Disneyland and we're going to have the best time of our lives. The three of us. No phones. No reporters. No fathers. No lawyers. No court dates. Just us. Just family. Just love. Just the way it should be." "You're insane." "Probably." He kisses my forehead. "But you love me anyway." The drive takes fifteen hours. Noah sleeps most of the way. His little body is curled up in the back seat. His dinosaur toy is tucked under his arm. His mouth is slightly open. He looks peaceful. He looks safe. He looks like he belongs to us. Like he's always belonged to us.

Dante’s eyes locked onto the packed suitcase, and his gut twisted. He spoke, his voice a low rumble. "Elara. Where do you think you're going?" "Sketching." Elara lied, her face a mask, meeting Leo's suspicious gaze head-on. "Professor recommended Newport upstate for a sketching trip. Course requirement. I need these supplies." "Absolutely not!" Her father, reclined on the sofa, shot the idea down without a second thought.

"Alright, entertainment for the car ride. What do we need?" "Music!" Cole exclaimed. "Our favorite songs." "Games like I Spy," Ethan added. Kai nodded. "I'll make a playlist. And audiobooks or podcasts for when they get restless." Travel - playlist, games, audiobooks. We also discussed logistics: booking confirmations, maps, emergency contacts. Kai offered to handle the car rental—a spacious SUV for all our gear. "Passports? No, it's domestic," I muttered, crossing it off. "ID cards, just in case," Kai said.

I mutter, my voice barely audible over the sound of my guilty conscience eating away at me. Mom whispers under her breath, “Unbelievable,” before looking up at me with a mix of disappointment and exasperation… “It better be over, soon Brielle. Because your father and I have planned a family trip for Friday—a much-needed escape from this insanity that’s been plaguing our family for days now. We all need a break, and that includes you, and I’m not going to let some…some legal hiccup hold us back.”

“I’ve seen all I need.” We return to the inn, and everyone slowly wakes. After an easy breakfast, we begin loading up to leave. Despite everyone’s best efforts, the family rides home in two separate carriages as well. Mother and Father take the front one, crowded with bags and supplies. Father insists that they need some alone time in a way that makes Joli faux-retch until they leave. I can tell by the way they cling to each other’s hands that I am not the only one thinking about the wind statue this morning.

"You're just too kind. We're so lucky to have you. You're the Moon Goddess' greatest gift to our family. Alright, we'll do as you say. Let's just focus on your recovery." The golden sunset poured through the healing center's windows, wrapping the four of them in warm light. Watching that perfect family scene, I felt like nothing more than an outsider. I was never a part of this family. I didn't belong in that warmth. I tried to speak, but no one could hear me. I wanted to run, but my soul was still bound to Mom. I could only watch in silence as they repeatedly shamed me.

The triplets listen as I talk about my memories with my family. I couldn’t be happier.

"Yes, yes! I will thank pretty auntie Sol and pretty cool auntie Sher!" Sherly and Solace heard this and couldn't help but chuckle. The ride is long, and they're glad that there are three drivers in their bus. After all, most of them are high-profile. Step Liam and George aside, Hideous, Keisley, and Kyle alone are more than they could handle. The child's voice continued, and the grown-ups couldn't help but listen to the child's voice while smiling. Somehow, this made their trip peaceful and, at the same time, eventful with the constant speaking voice of the child.