I didn't sleep at all last night. My thoughts raced with whatever Isach might tell us when he got home. Naturally, all the worst case scenarios were the loudest and most dominant. I was surprised I didn't pace a hole straight through the middle of Chloe and Trent's living room.
Finally, around ten o'clock that morning, Isach, Abby, Heaven Leigh, and Madelyn arrived. I was on my feet and poised at the front door the instant I'd heard their car pull into the driveway.
"Jax, let's not ambush them, okay?" Trent said in his annoying older brother voice, which was a joke because we were born literally seconds apart. And I was positive Colt was technically the oldest.
"I'm not going to ambush them, but I'm also not going to let Isach talk in circles like he usually does. I need answers."