It was a fine day.
The weekend had started out normal enough.
The twins were in the living room, sprawled out on the floor with their coloring books, chattering about dinosaurs and princess castles. Isabelle sat nearby, sipping her coffee, pretending to focus on an email when, in reality, her attention was locked on the quiet hum of tension that had settled over the house since her conversation with Sebastian the day before.
He hadn’t brought it up again. Neither had she.
But the weight of it lingered.
And then the front door opened.
Isabelle barely had time to process the sound before Amelia perked up, her little head tilting curiously. “Who’s that?”
Elliott looked up from his drawing. “Maybe Aunt Sophia’s back?”
But then—
A voice Isabelle hadn’t heard in years rang through the
