It didn’t take long before we were ready to return to the pack we’d left behind. Getting the twins ready wasn’t exactly easy, but between diaper bag battles and snack negotiations, we got there. I drove the family car with Sammy and Devon strapped in the back, chattering the whole way, while Mom and Dad took the moving van ahead of us. The house I’d started was nearly finished, just not in time for our return — framing done, windows in, but drywall still waiting on a final coat.
Daisy didn’t complain about moving into the packhouse. It wasn’t the loss of space or privacy that got under her skin — it was the worry about Neil. Specifically, how he’d react if the twins acted up around him. The man didn’t tolerate chaos well, and we had plenty of that.
I tried settling her nerves the best wa
