~Sienna~

The morning air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine from the neighbor’s garden. I take a final look in the mirror, smoothing down my sundress. I feel a flutter in my stomach that has nothing to do with the three dressed toddlers currently babbling at my feet. We are all dressed and ready, the triplets looking like little dolls in their matching sets.

Right on time, a familiar, deep knock sounds at the door.

When I open it, Norman is standing there, looking ...