Miles made it to the hotel right in the middle of the birthday bash.

Frankly, he hadn't been keen on coming. Just the sight of Aunt Karen and Mr. Turner brought back memories he'd rather forget.

But after checking with his dad, Everett, who admitted he'd had a few drinks, Miles decided to drop everything, join the fun, and play chauffeur for the evening.

No sooner had he settled in and grabbed a bite than he noticed Aunt Karen's phone light up. She glanced at it and then excused herself, heading outside. Predictably, it was probably Felicity calling.

Given her penchant for sleeping in on weekends, it was just about the right time back in Anglonia for her to be waking up and dialing in.

Aunt Karen returned shortly, and then Mr. Turner excused himself.

While picking at his food, Miles overheard his sister, Aurora, whisper, "Aunt Karen, was that Felicity?"

"Yes, dear. She's caught the flu, been running a fever for days now. That's why she couldn't come back for Mr. Turner's birthday."

by herself over there, isn't she? Should I ask

alone," Karen said with a reassuring smile, her voice a

hearing wasn't

whispers, those four words effortlessly found their way to him,

waiting until Mr. Turner was visibly tipsy

to Bay Residence, with his father in the passenger seat and Dorothy having left earlier due to work, and Craig taking a very pregnant Abigail home early to avoid

glanced at him, "Do I look like I've

again until Everett, out of nowhere, asked, "You and Felicity,

the steering wheel tighter, puzzled by the

"Not since Abigail's wedding?"

"That's right."

with Abigail a

clicked his tongue, turning to face his son, "What was

said we weren't

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