Damian’s POV

The ride back to the mansion was quiet, heavier than the ride into Jersey City. No one said much, not Evelyn, not Damian, not Gregory, not even Reed, and even the babies seemed unusually calm, lulled by the hum of the SUV’s engine.

Evelyn sat in the middle seat beside Damian, her son tucked securely in her arms. She kept her eyes on him most of the trip, brushing a thumb along his cheek, adjusting his blanket every few minutes even though he didn’t need it. Her nerves ...