Susan’s POV
If someone had told me last year that I’d be living in David Lexington’s home, I would have laughed and told them to stop dreaming on my behalf. Yet here I was, waking up in his sunlit bedroom every morning, sipping coffee on a balcony that looked out over the city skyline, and feeling something I had never truly felt before—belonging.
It wasn’t just David who made me feel that way. His family had taken me in with open arms. Marla, his elegant older sister, was warm in a way that felt motherly without being overbearing. She noticed everything—my hair, the color of my dress, the way my necklace caught the light—and always made me feel like I was worth noticing. Naomi, the younger one, was different. Lively, cheeky, always ready with a teasing remark. She’d pull me into her
