Elena’s POV

The moment we slide into the car and start driving back to the penthouse, I feel the twins practically vibrating with excitement beside us. Their chatter is nonstop, a rapid-fire exchange of ideas about the new house, the pool, the garden, the endless possibilities for their rooms. I want to enjoy their excitement, to let myself get lost in their joy, but my mind refuses. The uneasy feeling from earlier, the way Isabella and Michael look at the children, their smiles forced and ...