Donald's POV
The sound of the doorbell pulled me away from the endless reports scattered across my study table. It was the kind of chime that didn’t demand attention, but rather suggested a welcome presence. I already knew who it was. My younger sister, Eva. A small smile touched my lips.
I strode to the door and pulled it open, my smile widening as I saw her. Eva, my little sister, stood there, a large travel bag slung over her shoulder, her bright, intelligent eyes crinkling at the corners. She had always been the more spirited of us, the one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and I had missed her. It felt like ages since we’d really spent any quality time together, not just hurried phone calls or awkward family dinners.
“Eva! You’re finally here!” I exclaimed, pulling her into a q
