Sophia’s P.O.V

I pushed Vince’s stroller carefully through the mall entrance, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder while Emanuel and the twins ran ahead, their little hands clasped together as if they were in their own world.

“Hey,” I called out, my voice a little sharper than I intended, “don’t go too far. You stay where I can see you or we’re going back home right now.”

Emanuel groaned, dragging his voice the way only a six-year-old could. “Mom, ...