Parker stared at the pendant in Helena's hands like he'd just realized he'd been playing checkers while everyone else was playing 4D chess with reality itself. The damn thing suddenly felt like it weighed more than everything the Ashfords could scrape together in their wildest trust fund dreams—and that was saying something, considering these people probably wiped their asses with hundred-dollar bills.
But this? This little piece of metal and cosmic fuckery represented something way beyond money—it was like holding a piece of his mother's grand design. And knowing her, she probably planned this exact moment down to the millisecond because she was extra like that.
'Holy shit, Mom really said, "let me just casually manipulate fate across four decades" and called it Tuesday.'
