THE MISSING YEARS
It happened three days later.
Unexpectedly.
Quietly.
The way some of the most important conversations begin.
The triplets were spending the afternoon at Anthony's grandfather's estate.
A place they had quickly adopted as their own.
Mostly because the old man spoiled them shamelessly.
Especially Damien.
Which was a dangerous combination.
Anthony and Daisy finally found themselves alone.
For the first time in weeks.
No interruptions.
No questions.
No children demanding snacks.
Just silence.
And coffee.
They sat on the penthouse balcony.
The city stretched endlessly beneath them.
For several minutes neither spoke.
The quiet felt comfortable.
Easy.
A strange thing considering how much had changed.
Then Dai
