Natalia’s POV
When we finally reached the house later that day, Max bolted inside before I could even get the stroller up the front steps. I heard his footsteps pounding up the stairs, followed by the slam of a door.
I stood there in the foyer for a long moment, just staring at the empty staircase. Jane looked up at me uncertainly.
Grace suddenly appeared from around the corner, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Jane!” she exclaimed, smiling. “You’re just in time. I really need your help with something. Think you could do that?”
“What is it?” Jane asked, perking up.
Grace ushered her toward the den. “I need you to organize the books on the shelf.”
“How? By letters? Or maybe colors?”
“However you like,” Grace laughed. “Just make it look good, okay?”
“Okay!”
Grace returned a few mo
