Chapter 43

Lachlan

Thanksgiving at Dad and Elowen’s starts the way it always does, loud enough to register on weather maps.

By ten in the morning, the kitchen already smells like turkey, butter, sage, coffee, cinnamon, and something sweet Eden swears is cooling correctly even though Hazel keeps trying to “just check” the frosting with one sticky finger. Corbin is out back with Dad, smoking something that def