Where is he going to?

The mansion had grown quiet. After a long evening of play in the garden, giggles, and bedtime stories, the quadruplets had finally surrendered to sleep. Chloe lingered in their nursery, smoothing Beauty’s hair and tucking Jamal’s blanket tighter around him. The room smelled of lavender oil from the diffuser, a scent she herself had chosen to calm restless nights.

For a moment, as she looked at the sleeping children, her chest swelled with a bittersweet warmth. They ...