Third person's POV

The apartment is unusually quiet this afternoon, the kind of quiet that makes every creak of the floorboards and buzz of the fridge feel exaggerated, as though the city itself is holding its breath outside the thick glass windows. The traffic below is a muted murmur, cars honking, engines buzzing, people moving at their endless, indifferent pace, but inside the penthouse, time stretches to fit the twins’ imagination, a world where anything is possible. Daniella perches on ...