Amelia’s POV
The morning felt ordinary—dangerously so.
I kissed the triplets goodbye at the breakfast table, their sticky oatmeal fingers leaving prints on my cheeks. Jaden demanded I bring back “sparkly fabric” for his imaginary cape. Jasmine wanted “something soft like a cloud.” Jamin just hugged my leg and whispered, “Come home fast, Mommy.” I promised I would. I always did.
Chase was in the home gym—crutch propped against the wall, doing slow, controlled pull-ups despite the brace’s protests. He watched me grab my keys and the reusable tote for the fabric samples.
“You sure you don’t want me to come?” he asked, dropping to the mat with a wince.
“It’s a twenty-minute drive to the supplier’s warehouse,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “Routine errand. I’ll be back before lunch. Yo
