I had heard plenty about Nicholas’ twin brothers, Max and Leo, before I finally got to meet them. Nicholas had mentioned that the twins were ten and were smart and good at sports like he was when he was a kid. Autumn had nothing but sweet, affectionate words for them, telling me that they were good kids, while Roan had jokingly referred to them as “tiny terrors.” I didn’t think he was joking, though. I had noticed the flash of fear in his eyes when he said that.
So, when I walked into Nicholas’ house for the first time, it was the twins I noticed first. Not the huge chandelier, not the high ceiling nor the spaciousness of their living room, but the twins. They were sitting on the couch, grinning mischievously. They both had the same mop of unruly black hair and their identical grins sent
