Sophia’s P.O.V

I set the plates down carefully on the table, the smell of Mac and cheese, roasted chicken, and garlic bread filling the air. Vince was already in his high chair, smearing avocado mash all over his tray with both hands while giggling at his own mess. Nathan sat across from me, helping me settle everyone in before we started. Emanuel’s eyes lit up the moment he noticed his plate.

“Wait a second,” he said, his fork hovering in the air as he glanced at all the ...