Chapter 72

Eden

By the time we get home from the birthday party, the whole car smells like frosting, baby lotion, and the kind of tired that feels earned.

Hazel falls asleep ten minutes from the house with pink icing dried at the corner of her mouth and one paper crown still crooked on her head. Clara starts fussing the second the truck stops, and Ash makes these offended little grunts from the back seat, li