THE next morning sunlight streamed into Amelia’s home office, reflecting off the polished wooden surfaces and casting warm golden patterns across the floor. The soft hum of activity filled the room: the twins cooing in their bassinets, Hazel skipping around in her bright school uniform, and Ryan moving with the practiced efficiency of someone who had long since learned the art of juggling multiple responsibilities.
Ryan paused for a moment, scanning the tablet in front of him. Emails were coming in from Satin and Sage, Ames Roses, and the Palm Tree Resort, each requiring attention, approval, or delegation. Simultaneously, he kept a watchful eye on Ethan and Evan, who were now reaching for their toys with sudden bursts of energy. Beth had stepped out briefly to attend to Hazel’s breakfast,
