The twins’ laughter filled the living room, bright and uncontainable, as they dove into their new treasures. Elliott was already building his dinosaur model with laser focus, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he carefully fit the tiny wooden pieces together. Amelia twirled—again—in her pink princess dress, the soft tulle flaring around her as her golden curls bounced with every spin.
It should’ve made Isabelle happy. It should’ve filled her heart to see them this delighted.
But all she felt was unease.
She stood at the edge of the room, arms crossed tightly over her chest, trying to keep the knot of tension inside her from showing. From this vantage point, she had a perfect view of the man at the center of the twins’ joy — Sebastian.
He was crouched next to Elliott, his brow
