I'm still processing the fact that we're leaving today. Heading back to Blue Mountain—the place of my nightmares. My stomach twists into knots as I stuff the few belongings I have into a small backpack.
"Do we have enough car seats?" I ask, mentally calculating the disaster that will be traveling with four children. "Pip is too small to sit in a regular seat."
Sera passes by with an armful of snacks. "We'll figure it out."
"Figure it out? He's three!" The anxiety that's been simmering all morning boils over. "We can't just strap him in with a regular seatbelt. It's dangerous and illegal!"
"Hazel," Sera stops, shifting the food to balance on her hip. "I promise we'll get what we need. Focus on getting the kids ready."
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. She's right. One problem at a time.
