Tent Time With Kids

VIVIENNE

I didn’t know how I survived that confrontation with Ezekiel earlier. But fortunately, he seemed to respect my insights. It made me think he may have changed already, just like what he told me. That he was no longer the angry Ezekiel I used to know who never liked whenever he didn’t get what he wanted.

I sat on the balcony of our villa, appreciating the cool evening breeze brushing against my face. My phone was pressed to my ear as I talked to Piper, who was on the other end of the line.

She had called to check in, and I’d just finished telling her about the sudden trip we’d taken.

“We just packed up and left,” I explained, shaking my head at how quickly everything had happened. "Ezekiel’s parents were insisting on staying at the house for days. I couldn’t handle that, so here we are, camping by the beach.”

Piper's voice came through with her signature sass. "Good for you, girl. Honestly, I wouldn’t let those evil grandparents of Vince and Vera stay in my house either. You