Diane's POV
Fifteen years later...
This particular evening started like so many others. Noah and I had left the office together, declining a dinner meeting with potential investors to keep our promise to be home for family time. The house was warm and inviting when we arrived, filled with the sounds of children's voices and the aroma of the dinner our housekeeper had prepared.
Dylan burst through the front door first, his football gear slung over his shoulder, his face flushed with excitement from varsity practice.
Behind him came Adrian, equally sweaty and exhilarated from his own team practice, his smaller frame working hard to keep up with his big brother's long strides. Danielle followed, carrying a canvas bag full of art supplies, paint smudges on her fingers and a satisfied smile on her face.
