Chapter 70
Loose Cannons and Loaded Confessions
(Esha’s POV)
The next morning started like most others recently—with chaos. But today, it wasn’t Amara’s twin boys causing the commotion. Instead, it was Sherry.
From my window, I could see her in the backyard, glaring at the flowerbeds as if they’d committed some personal offense. She crouched down, muttering under her breath, before attacking the soil with a small spade. Her movements were wild, almost theatrical, like she was having a full-on argument with the plants.
I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the sleepiness that clung to me. Whatever Sherry was going through, it was bound to be dramatic, as always.
By the time I made my way downstairs, she had stormed back into the house, dirt on her hands and fire in her eyes. Sh
