“He’s got another girl, like me,” I said softly so the boys wouldn’t hear. “Funny that I get this premonition right after Sam calls to say we need to head to your parents early.” I lifted my head and met his eyes. “I told Sam we’d be there before dinner, but I think we should leave now.”
He nodded, gave me a quick kiss, and went to the door. “We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he called into the hallway. He didn’t raise his voice or use a serious tone, but I knew it wouldn’t matter. The others would be ready.
Both boys looked up from their plates, and he smiled at them.
“Race time,” he said. “You two finish eating. Who do you want to finish packing for you?”
“Grey!” they both called.
I laughed, shook my head, and tried really hard not to feel the gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach.
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