Chapter 64

Maeve’s POV

I stood in the middle of our cramped living room, surrounded by half-filled boxes and crumpled packing paper that crinkled underfoot.

Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting warm patches on the worn hardwood floor, but it did little to lift the knot in my stomach.

We were packing up our life in Pittsburgh—every toy, every book, every memory—and heading to Los Angeles.

Leo