Sophia’s P.O.V

That morning at breakfast, I sat at the table with Nathan, both of us watching with quiet amusement as the kids shuffled around awkwardly at first. Sara and Tara looked around like they didn’t know where to begin, but I could tell that yesterday’s event at the playground had helped them realize that Emanuel wasn’t their enemy, and that they didn’t constantly need to fight with him for my affection.

“I…” Sara started to speak, but then looked at Tara ...