Lionel, knowing that Tristan and Nova must be bored out of their minds at the hospital, decided to drop by with some food.

On his way out, he grabbed Ivy. If he didn’t, the little whirlwind might just tear his house apart.

Ivy sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with a Rubik’s cube, her small fingers turning it with surprising speed. With a proud grin, she held it up for Lionel to see. “Mr. Fawcett, look! I solved it again!”

Her tiny hands barely wrapped around the ...