Olivia’s POV

Ellen and I stood side by side in the kitchen finishing dinner. She washed the last pots while I tossed the salad. The lasagna was almost ready, filling the apartment with the smell of cheese and tomato sauce. From where we were, we had a clear view of the living room.

Alexander and Elliott sat on opposite ends of the couch, speaking in low voices while Mia danced and jumped in front of the television, copying the characters in her favorite cartoon.

I leaned a little closer ...