NICHOLAS’S POV

I used to believe my office was my sanctuary from the madness. The tall glass windows, the polished floors, the never-ending emails.

It was my stronghold, forged from plans, control, and strict schedules.

Sitting at my desk now, I felt completely empty.

The chair creaked under me as I relaxed back and focused on the image before me.

Ivy, Julie, and Rita's photos flashed one after the other, including birthday snapshots, messy ice cream faces, and blurry ones of them chasing ...