Riley POV
I finished work shortly after seven.
The Harris children were already in their nightclothes. Oliver had completed his homework, Grace had practiced piano without complaint, and Amelia had fallen asleep during the second story instead of the third.
Everything had gone smoothly.
Mrs. Harris thanked me before disappearing into her office for a late meeting.
“You handled today beautifully,” she said.
“Thank you.”
“You are settling in faster than I expected.”
I smiled.
The compliment should have made me feel proud.
It did.
A little.
Still, as I collected my coat from the hallway, part of me wondered what Max would have said about the quiet dinner. He would have called it boring. Leo would have argued that boring was sometimes better. Sophie would have asked whether I braid
