The following morning at the Wolfe estate began like any other.
Sort of.
Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting a golden hue across the living room where Zane was building an impressive tower of blocks, already arguing with Luna over whether it should be taller or "more sparkly."
Talia leaned against the kitchen island, sipping her tea, eyes following their twins as a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Ethan walked in, freshly dressed in his grey tailored suit, tie loose at the collar. "They're building their future empire already, huh?"
Talia glanced at him, arching a brow. "If they don't tear each other apart first."
He smirked, then approached and kissed her on the forehead. "I've got to meet with Elijah about that... situation."
Her smile faded. Right. The "situation."
