Iris:
Kash took care of everyone's wounds. After we left the East, he made us stay behind for a while.
He booked a hotel for an hour or two, where he tended to my father, Luca, and my children's injuries. I did not have any visible wounds, so I did not need treatment.
But my heart was badly hurt.
Once again, I was going back to a place that was not truly a home. I was frustrated, annoyed, and overwhelmed with emotions.
Our journey began again and did not stop until we arrived at the so-called home.
"Come on, kids," Kash urged as he carried them both once the car stopped in front of the main mansion.
"If it's okay with you, I would like to go straight to the guest house," I requested in a dry tone, but the look Kash gave me said enough.
It felt like a warning not to speak up, or at least to stay quiet for a while. I frowned at him for it, but I followed him anyway. Everyone else had already stepped out of the car.
"Kash!"
