Delilah’s POV
The drive home felt endless. Every mile brought us closer to whatever the brothers had planned, and my phone sat heavy in my pocket like a bomb waiting to go off.
Mom chattered happily about the journal, about how perfect Ryker’s birthday was going to be, completely oblivious to the threat text burning holes in my mind. I tried to respond appropriately, to smile and nod, but my jaw was clenched so tight it ached.
When we pulled into the driveway, both brothers were outside. Dante was adjusting strings of lights along the porch railing while Mateo stood near the garage holding what looked like decoration boxes. They both looked up as we parked, and matching smiles spread across their faces.
“How was the bookstore?” Mateo called out as Mom and I got out of the car.
“Wonder
