Chapter 48 Family Healing

• The morning after the press conference, I woke to the sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. Not the restrained giggles my boys usually shared over breakfast, but full-bellied, uninhibited joy that made my chest tighten with something between happiness and apprehension.
• I pushed back the silk sheets—another of Tina's insistences for our new life—and padded to the window. The headlines had been relentless overnight. My phone had buzzed so persistently that I'd eventually turned it off, something I hadn't done since the twins were born.
• The scent of bacon and maple syrup wafted up the stairs. Someone was cooking—and it certainly wasn't Tina, who considered a protein shake a complete breakfast.