Cole’s POV

The penthouse feels different when laughter fills it. There’s an echo to joy, a kind of warmth that seeps into corners. I never noticed it before, how silence in a home can feel like absence, how laughter turns the same place into something that feels alive. Tonight, I watch as Dean and Daniella chase each other down the hallway, their laughter spilling into the living room. Elena sits cross-legged on the floor, her hair falling loose from its pins, her heels forgotten beside the ...