Seraphina’s POV

Nearing dinnertime, I glanced into the living room to see Kit on his belly on the floor, coloring with Annika. She giggled and tried to stuff the crayon into her mouth before he took it away, telling her that crayons are not for eating. He redirected her with a little bowl of cheerios left out as a snack.

My daughter squealed, tossing handfuls all over the floor excitedly. Kit gave her a disapproving look and made a game out of picking the pieces up ...