As I approached, Sophia was running toward me. I bent down, and she ran into my arms. Her face nuzzles into my neck as I pick her up. Her legs instantly wrap around my waist.

I hold her in place as Olivia stares at me. Ella walks over to us, with Archer holding her hand. Everyone will tidy up from the party tomorrow, she says.

I nod.

I look between the both of them and sigh. I know you both have your own opinions about what I did, I say to them. I have my reasons for doing ...