Kai hated being confused.
As the oldest of the sextuplets, he liked having answers.
He liked knowing what was happening.
He liked being the one his younger siblings looked to when something didn’t make sense.
Unfortunately, today was one of those days when nothing made sense.
It started during lunch break at school.
The six siblings were sitting beneath their favorite tree near the playground. Kade was trying to convince everyone that he could eat three sandwiches at once. Kira and Kaia were arguing about whose drawing was better. Kyra was quietly reading while Kian tried to finish his homework before class resumed.
It was a normal day.
A happy day.
Until another child approached them.
The boy was older.
About seven years old.
His name was Ryan.
Normally, he wasn’t a problem.
