Sophia’s P.O.V

That night, as the house began to quiet down, I stood near the living room with the twins clinging to my dress and Emanuel holding onto his little toy car. They were all smiles, full of energy from the games and laughter we’d had earlier. Edmund crouched down to their height, his voice light and teasing as he asked.

“Did I do well tonight? Or do I need more practice at being the fun uncle?”

The twins giggled in unison, one of them saying, “You did ...