The morning sun streamed through the large windows of Riley’s penthouse apartment. A soft breeze rustled the curtains, but inside, Riley was too occupied to notice.
Tomorrow, Sam was coming back.
Riley had spent the past few hours preparing for the little girl’s arrival—cleaning, organizing, and making sure everything was perfect. Ali had left early for a meeting, leaving her alone in the apartment. It was rare for her to have quiet time lately, but her mind was anything but quiet.
She double-checked the small bedroom she had set up for Sam. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but it was cozy—a soft bed, warm lighting, and a shelf filled with books and stuffed animals.
She wanted Sam to feel at home.
The sound of the doorbell pulled her from her thoughts.
Riley glanced at the clock. Ali
