The car rolled smoothly through the wide streets of Gatham City, the tires humming a gentle rhythm against the pavement as the late afternoon sun cast soft gold across the windows. Inside, Amelia sat in the back seat with the triplets pressed against her sides, their tiny bodies warm and determined, as if they could shield her from every cruel word she had heard that day. They clung to her, little hands tangled in her clothing, little faces still full of fierce loyalty. The car might have been moving through the busiest part of the city, but inside it felt like a quiet little world that belonged only to them.
"You okay back there?" Samuel called from the driver's seat, adjusting the mirror so he could see her. His expression was casual, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away. He cared, even when he pretended to be nonchalant.
