Vincent POV
The moment I stepped into Adeline’s house, I felt it. It was pure warmth. It wasn’t the artificial kind people try to force into a home, but the kind that lives in the walls. It started with the soft lights, soft colors, and the soft breaths from three children sitting cross-legged on the living room floor.
I placed the boxes of wool and dyes down, and the warmth wrapped around me with the faint scent of food simmering in the kitchen. Myra was already curled up between the twins, her little fingers buried in the snowy wool like she had found a treasure sent from the heavens. Elijah and Caleb were explaining something to her with far too many hand gestures.
“No, no, you need to mix it this way,” Caleb insisted, twisting the strands.
Myra blinked at him. “But Auntie likes sof
