The way Eli tapped his fingers on the table in a rhythmic, three-beat pattern—Liam used to do that whenever he was nervous or excited. The way Leo subtly watched the exits, his gaze flicking to the doors every few seconds—just like Ethan, who always liked to know where the emergency exits were “just in case.”

“Where are your parents?” Emma asked, her voice softer than a whisper.

Leo’s jaw tightened, a flash of defensiveness in his eyes. “Don’t have any.”