Chapter 71 I Wasn't Trying To Replace You

• Christian
• The house was unusually quiet when I walked in. No baby cries. No bottle clangs. No hum of lullabies from the nursery monitors. Just stillness.
• It was rare—almost eerie—especially for a house that contained three nine-month-old infants. I loosened my tie as I walked toward the kitchen, half-expecting to find Sophia bent over a cookbook again, trying to make something new for the twins. But the kitchen was empty, and so was the dining room.