Chapter 151

The smell of pancakes is the first thing that drags me out of sleep. Not the alarm, not the creak of floorboards, nope, pancakes and laughter. A lot of it. When I open my eyes, the sunlight is soft through the curtains, gold against the sheets. The sound of Mateo giggling echoes up from the kitchen. There’s a clatter of plates, something thuds, and then Ronan’s voice is heard, deep, patient and pr