ROWAN’S POV

“Cubby, are you sure you want all of these things?” I asked, staring at the text she sent.

“Of course, Daddy. You know I have to share them with Gabriel too,” she says right back.

I scratched my brow. “Who’s Gabriel?”

I heard the gentle slap she gave on her head and the little rustling of the sheets.

“Daddy! How’s Mummy going to like you if you don’t put in effort. Gabriel is my brother.”

“Right.” I nodded, staring back at the building in front of ...