Third Person POV
The next morning, Marco followed his usual routine. He woke up early and called all the kids before they left for camp. Justice was still full of energy, telling him every detail about his new friends, while the girls chimed in between bites of breakfast. It was good. Normal. Stable.
After the call, Marco showered, got dressed, and stepped into the hallway. He slowed as he passed her room, listening. Nothing. No laughter, no music, no soft conversation.
He smirked. She’s probably tired of him already.
With that satisfying thought, he went downstairs and got straight to work. Contracts needed reviewing, negotiations had to be finalized—he had no time for distractions. By midday, brunch was served, giving him a chance to relax and socialize. Afterward, they had free tim
