“Come with us,” I blurt. “Seriously. Come with us, Mira. She just wants to see her sister.” Mira’s shoulders dip. She’s softening, and I mercilessly go in for the kill. “Raegan was pregnant when Rhiannon left. Can you imagine not being there with me if I had a kid? Wouldn’t you do anything, including escape a heavily fortified defensive position, if that meant holding your niece or nephew?”
