I stood at the wooden gate of the Japanese garden, my hand frozen on the latch. Inside, the Valentine sisters huddled together on the engawa. Their voices carried through the evening air, hushed and broken. Something about their father. Something about detention and photoshoots and promises.
I backed away silently.
Some problems weren't mine to solve. Some moments weren't mine to witness. Whatever storm had driven Cassidy from the dinner table was being weathered by the four of them together, and that was how it should be.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I reached the main path.
Harlow:Hey! Cass is fine! We're all fine! Family stuff. But tutoring is definitely cancelled for tonight. Can you meet us in the home theater in 60 minutes? We have... a new kind of test for you! ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
