Iris:
"What the hell are you doing, Iris? You have one job, fucking focus on it," Luca barked, his tone harsh and full of frustration.
"I am! I'm trying my best!" I snapped back, the bitterness spilling out before I could stop it.
"Well, if you were doing a good job, we wouldn't have lost," he hissed, and I sucked in a deep breath, refusing to argue in front of my kids.
But I noticed something, every time Kash walked past us, carrying more bags, he glanced our way.
Even when he was halfway between the car and his tent, his eyes would drift toward us, quietly observing.
My kids were playing with a ball nearby, laughing, while Lara was long gone inside the cabin, probably changing or just escaping the work.
And then, I saw Kash step out of his tent again and walk straight toward us.
I already knew he was coming to help.
He was wearing black pants and a black shirt, no coat this time, and the top few buttons were undone.
