“Eloise is my favorite sibling,” I told Winn. “Uh . . .” Winn’s eyes widened, looking to my other siblings. “Are you supposed to say that out loud?” “We all have favorites.” Knox chuckled. “Lyla is mine.” “Griff is mine,” Lyla said, popping the lid on one container, flooding the kitchen with a savory smell that made my stomach growl. “You all have favorites. Really?” Winn laughed, then pointed between the twins. “And you two aren’t each other’s?” “I love Lyla most because we shared a womb,” Talia said. “But my favorite is Matty.” “Where is Mateo?” I asked, keeping one arm around Eloise while
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I love all of them i could cry
