Willow’s POV

As soon as I stepped back into the house, I leaned heavily against the door, pressing a hand to my chest. My heart pounded as if I’d been running for miles.

Why had I panicked? The meeting with the triplets had gone better than expected, yet something inside me felt unsettled. Was it guilt? Fear? A gnawing unease crept up my spine. I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if they found out about the children.

I exhaled shakily and forced myself to focus. I had ...