(Lysander’s POV)
I don't know how long I have been standing by the window, with both of my hands in my pockets, staring across the street.
From here, through the massive glass wall of the house across from me, I see them. Almira sits on the couch, her silver blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she talks to the twins. Hazel leans against her, completely at ease, while Asher sits on the floor, fidgeting with something in his hands.
They look… normal. Like a perfect little family.
My family.
But I’m not there.
They’re right in front of me, yet I feel like I’m a world away.
Behind me, Damon is talking to the real estate agent, handling the final details of the sale. The man chuckles, probably amused by how quickly I threw money at this deal.
Five times the original price just to k
