Chapter 77
- "Mom, if you keep shuffling the sign-up sheets, the ink's gonna bleed through the table." Liana's muffled voice behind the door, her violin case thudding against the wall.
- Amara lifted her gaze from the stack of paperwork, her pen hovering in mid-air. "It's organizational therapy."
- "Or OCD." Leo stood in the doorway with a tray of coffee cups. "Pick your poison."