After Grandma Gwen headed inside, I savored the last few bites of breakfast, feeling the warm glow of her acceptance settle in my chest. Just as I was about to finish, a sudden thought struck me: I hadn't spoken with Mom or Owen since last night. They must be worried about me—Mom especially, considering all the shifting chaos. Excusing myself from the table, I caught Magnus' inquisitive gaze.
"Just calling Mom," I explained, giving him a reassuring smile. He seemed satisfied with that, nodding, though he didn't fully relax until I'd left the room. Magnus, always so protective.
I hurried back to the room and dialed Mom's number, mentally preparing for the onslaught of worry that I was certain would come through the line. But when she picked up, her voice was calm, soft even.
"Aria, sweetheart," she greeted me, the usual warmth in her voice instantly soothing me.
