“Bonjour, ma belle,” Theo sings as he plops down on the couch next to me.
I grumble a response, and he raises his eyebrows at me. “Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine this morning? Is this how you plan on greeting Aria, too?”
I’m distracted flipping through the TV to find the cartoon the kids wanna watch, so it takes me a second to actually process his words. When I do, my neck snaps towards him, eyes wide.
“Aria’s back?”
Theo nods, checking the time on his phone. “Luca should be bringing her in a few minutes.”
“That’s great,” I say honestly. “I missed her. How is she doing? Is she still—”
“In the wheelchair?” Nico asks from my other side. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Maybe it’ll be good for her to be back home,” Carina says cheerfully. She’s sitting on the couch adjacent to us, knitting. “I m
