She stood there in a pale blue dress, her arm linked with her twin brother Liam’s, wearing the impatient smile only an eighteen-year-old girl could manage.
“Stay together tonight,” I told them.
Liam smiled. “We always do, Mom.”
Livia rolled her eyes. “Mom, we’re eighteen, not little kids.”
“I know,” I said, brushing a curl away from her face. “That’s exactly why I’m worried.”
Then I added the warning that changed everything.
“And stay away from Mitchell.”
Her smile vanished.
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