Isis

Elara:

“I have clothes at Rocco’s,” I said, motioning toward the door.

The lock clicked. The heavy wood swung inward, revealing four pairs of tense, concerned eyes lingering in the hallway. A petite woman stood just past the threshold. She flashed a bright, happy smile, holding a thick black robe in her hands.

“Here, honey. I’m Sol, these idiots’ mother.” Her voice carried a soothing, gentle pi