By the time we made our way back to the cabin, the sun was high in the sky. Chloe was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the twins. I nudged her out of the way and took over the task of making scrambled eggs and toast. Cooking always calmed me. Not that anything could really calm me right now - except having Piper back in my arms.

"You really don't have to do that," Chloe said. "I am capable of feeding my own children."

"I know." I adjusted the temperature on ...