Raelynn's POV

By the time Roldan, the kids, and I get back to New York, it’s perfectly lined up with dinner. Neither of us has the energy to cook, so we settle on takeout. While we wait for the pizza delivery, we tackle unloading the car and sorting through the remaining groceries.

"Guess who’s here!" Ruhan exclaims as the kids fling the front door open. They begged me earlier to invite him over, and I agreed. I’ve always enjoyed having friends around, and ...