Finding them wasn't to difficult. Evelyn was in her office reading what was likely a philosophical book of sorts. Camille was curled up curled up in our bed, I couldn't tell if she had breakfast quickly and went back or if she had never left in the first place. Sienna was in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast dishes with methodical precision.
"Can you all come to the living room?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "I need to talk to you about something."
The simple request was enough to get their attention. Evelyn paused mid-read, she put on her blindfold, before looking at me as if Psychological Insight picked up on subtle changes in my tone or body language. Camille looked up from her comfortable position with eyes that beamed curiosity. Sienna set down the dish she'd been washing and turned to face me directly.
"What's wrong?" Sienna asked immediately, because of course she could tell something was off just from the way I'd made the request.
