FIVE YEARS LATER
"DAMIEN HART!"
The entire house fell silent.
For approximately three seconds.
Then running footsteps echoed through the hallway.
Fast footsteps.
Guilty footsteps.
Daisy closed her eyes.
The fact that she could now identify which child was running simply by the sound of their footsteps probably said something about her parenting.
Or her exhaustion.
Possibly both.
Five years.
Five wonderful.
Chaotic.
Exhausting.
Beautiful years.
And somehow Damien still found new ways to test her sanity.
"Get back here!"
A burst of laughter echoed through the mansion.
Followed by a small figure sprinting around the corner.
Damien Hart.
Age five.
Professional troublemaker.
Part-time angel.
Full-time menace.
The boy s
