I finally was able to recover from the incidents last night fully. I can’t complain that Greyson and Wyatt fused over me all night. However, we didn’t talk about anything that needed to be discussed. As to why Shelly would feel the need to break into our home. Kill me or, more importantly, how she would even know how to do such a thing. When I made it to the living room, I could tell that Wyatt and Greyson hadn’t been here for quite some time. I headed down the adjacent hallway to their large office space. I knew they were diligently working away before I even entirely made it to the room. I finally turned in the doorway, and they were both fussing over a stack of paperwork on their desk.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
They both turned swiftly to look at me, and their en
