The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the bustling halls of Grand Central Terminal as Isabelle scanned the arriving crowd, her heart thudding with anticipation. The twins stood beside her, each clutching a small welcome sign they had proudly colored that morning.
“When will Aunt Sophia be here?” Amelia asked, bouncing on her toes.
“Any minute now,” Isabelle said, glancing at the clock.
Elliott, ever the serious one, held up his sign for inspection. “Do you think she’ll like it?”
“She’ll love it,” Isabelle assured him with a smile.
The announcement of the arriving train crackled through the speakers, and moments later, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd.
“Sophia!” Isabelle called, waving excitedly.
Sophia Bennett was a whirlwind of energy and confidence, her auburn hair
