The room went silent, as everyone's attention shifted to what Elisa was saying. She had never met the boy, that's what everyone knew. So how did she know him? It must be a mistake.
"Little sis, what do you mean? You met him before?" Holland asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Elisa slightly tilted her head, a whimsical smile playing on her lips.
"No, bro, he's the kid I was telling you about—the kid who called me back," Elisa replied, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and wonder.
Theo sat in his wheelchair, a faint blush pinking his cheeks. His eyes shone with innocence, and as Elisa spoke, he smiled warmly at everyone, his two teething showing out.
"Callingyour name? Elisa, come on, I thought you were kidding," Holland said, half-laughing, half-serious.
The rest of the brothers and jolie exchanged glances, their skepticism evident.
"No, I'm serious!" Elisa insisted, her voice rising with excitement. "It was him. The boy from my psychic."
