Emma
Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, catching on the familiar contours of our New York home. After weeks in Paris and the French countryside, returning felt like stepping into a previous chapter of our lives—though everything had changed in the interim.
The twins adapted to our homecoming with characteristic resilience, Lottie immediately reclaiming her "glitter laboratory" while Noah conducted what he termed a "comprehensive security assessment" of his bedroom's strategic positioning. Their ability to find normalcy amid chaos continued to amaze me.
"The safety deposit box access has been arranged for nine o'clock," Dominic informed me, entering our bedroom as I finished dressing for the day. "James has secured the route and verified bank personnel."
I nodded, fas
