SILAS POV
I never imagined my first car ride with my family would be in the backseat of a beat-up Jeep, knees jammed at an awkward angle, squeezed between two toddler car seats decorated with cartoon dinosaurs and crumbs of something that looked suspiciously like crushed crackers.
And yet, I had never been more content in my life.
Sebastian had insisted I sit in the back with them, pointing at the space between their seats with all the authority a three-year-old could muster, and Stephan had nodded along like it was the most obvious thing in the world. No discussion. No negotiation. That was where I belonged.
So there I was, wedged in, shoulders barely fitting, one massive hand resting near each of them as if I could shield them from the universe by proximity alone.
Helena was driving
