Fireflies and Fresh Starts

Valen

The moving truck rolled down the street just as dawn broke over our old place, leaving us in the driveway, arms full of suitcases, a car seat, and enough of Bianca’s toys to start a daycare.

“Last chance to bail,” I said to Kaelia, half-kidding but not entirely. “We could turn back now, say it was just a trip, and go home to New York.”

She shot me a look like I’d grown a second head. “Get in