Estela – POV
I think I’m having a stroke.
My kids are way too smart for their own good. Not only did they uncover my darkest secret, but it’s clear they’ve been plotting behind my back for who knows how long. I’m used to Ryder and Parker swapping places to mess with me, but I never imagined this level of scheming before I even told the girls they were sisters. Honestly, most four-year-olds are still learning to tie their shoes—and mine are out here pulling off elaborate identity swaps and outsmarting fully grown adults.
My heart is pounding so fast and loud I can’t even hear myself think.
“What?” I breathe, barely registering what Parker said until he repeats it. I collapse onto the couch, staring at their hopeful little faces in total disbelief. “How long have you known?”
“Since the
