The phone in my back pocket chimes with a notification. I wipe peanut butter off my fingers, and Jer snatches the PB&J with a quick, "Thanks!" tossed over his shoulder.
For whatever reason, he and Sara are in some sort of competition, where they're counting white cars (Sara) and red cars (Jer). They also yell out when they see tow trucks pass—as if rubbing salt into the wound of our long wait.
Caine and Andrew are outside with the dog, probably still staring at the tire they can't fix.
Whatever keeps them happy, I guess.
Since Bun's napping on Ron's lap and my hands are once again free, I check the phone, expecting to see another Divinity Connect message.
Instead, I see Lyre's name.
[LYRE: Owen's place was burned down. Good thing you got out.]
I gasp. Burned down?!
Ron glances up from where he's been playing with Bun's feet as she sleeps. "Everything okay?"
