“Guys,” Dominic called from the stairs as we made our way down.
“In here,” I heard a familiar voice answer from the kitchen.
“Preston’s here,” I asked in a hushed voice.
Dominic squeezed my hand, “Yes.”
I saw the worry on his face, but I squeezed his hand back in a sign of reassurance.
As we stepped off the last stair I felt my heart start racing at the thought of all of his siblings being in one place—here, ready to meet me, some again, some for the first time.
I guess Dominic could sense my apprehension because he paused and looked down at me before giving me a smile and dropping his voice to a whisper, “They already love you. There’s nothing to worry about.”
I nodded and took a deep breath as we walked around the stairs and into the kitchen.
My eyes immediately fell to Preston’s
