Third Person’s POV

The penthouse is unusually quiet, the kind of silence that feels suspicious when two children are left to their own devices. Dean and Daniella sit in the living room, cushions spread out across the enormous couch like a fortress, arguing over who gets the remote.

“I said it’s my turn, Dani!” Dean says, stretching his arm as far as he can to keep the remote out of his sister’s reach.

“No, it’s not,” Daniella snaps back, climbing over the cushions like a little ...