Dominic
The secure line rang before we could continue the discussion. Eleanor, calling from the car.
"We're five minutes out," my mother reported, her usual composure firmly in place despite what must have been a stressful night managing the twins in a crisis situation. "The children are... eager to see you both."
The careful phrasing told me everything—the twins were likely a bundle of questions, worries, and contained energy after being whisked away to a secure location with limited explanation.
"We'll be waiting," I assured her, ending the call and turning to Emma. "Five minutes."
Emma immediately moved toward the bathroom. "Just enough time to wash my face and look somewhat presentable."
While she freshened up, I checked in with James, who reported all security protocols proceedi
