Daniel Warren’s mansion didn’t sleep.
The center of the master suite was dim lights, curtains half-drawn. Daniel sat in front of a screen so massive it swallowed half the wall.
It wasn’t a television, it was surveillance wuth multiple feeds and multiple angles.
It disclosed Regina’s house, the living room, the hallway and even the twins’ bedroom.
He stared at it like a starving man looking at a feast he couldn’t touch.
A bowl of popcorn rested on his lap. Coffee steamed from a mug hooked into a custom holder on his wheelchair. He hadn’t blinked in what felt like minutes.
On the largest screen, Regina lay in bed between the twins. One arm around each of them. Kai’s small hand fisted in her shirt. Kira curled under her chin.
Daniel’s jaw tightened. “They cling to you,” he murmured to
