Trevor’s POV
The dining room was filled with the delicious, herby aroma of our fresh, home-made Italian dinner, paired with the simmering, smoky scent of candle wax. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the house was alive with the sound of chewing, chatting, and genuine laughter.
The girls giggled as they regaled me with the details of their day – how Freya had attempted to adopt a Capybara and bring it home, and how she had allowed them to construct their own gargantuan ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mia was currently rambling about a rainbow unicorn dress, though I didn't catch every word as she was talking through a mouthful of pasta.
I paused, taking the opportunity to draw a slow, deep breath, exhaling smoothly before I cleared my throat to command the room.
"So, gir
