Harper's POV

The store is packed with families stocking up for winter.

Theodore drags a cart alongside me, his small hands gripping the handle. Caleb rides inside, legs swinging, already covered in crumbs.

"Dad, can we get the dinosaur cereal?" Caleb asks.

"No."

"But Theodore gets—"

"Theodore doesn't get dinosaur cereal either." I steer us down the aisle where Mason's comparing thermal underwear. "Focus. ...