The car pulled into the estate just after one in the morning.
Fireworks had ended hours ago, but the city was humming with the distant sound of celebration. The estate was dark, the foyer lamp left on, the windows unlit.
Lily was slumped against Arianne's side, her mouth loose in sleep, Petal crushed between her cheek and Arianne's arm. Leo's head rested in her lap, the whale tucked under his chin, his breathing deep and even. Neither of them had made it through the car ride home.
"They're done," Franz said.
"They've been done since the third firework."
"I'm impressed they made it that long."
Arianne eased Lily upright, careful not to wake her. "Can you carry Leo?"
