Lyra’s POV

The next morning, I got sucked into the mad rush of the morning. Getting the triplets ready for school was no mean task. Leandros helped me in every way he could, and finally, all five of us were ready to go out.

“Mom, are you coming to school too?” asked Lazarus, watching me from the back seat.

“No, Lazer. I’ll just drop you off at school and go to the marketplace with your dad.” Lazarus preferred the nickname and calling him Lazer was a sure-shot way to please him. ...