Olivia's POV
A knock landed on my door, and I instantly knew it was Calvin.
"Come in," I called softly.
The door creaked open, and Calvin stepped in with a warm smile spreading across his face the moment his eyes met mine. I was starting to get used to that smile—the way it lit up like just seeing me made his whole day better.
"Good morning," I greeted, rising to my feet.
"Morning," he replied as he stepped further into the room. "How was your night?"
I smiled and lied, "It was great."
The truth? It wasn't.
All night, I'd tossed and turned, thoughts of the triplets haunting my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake them off. Their faces, their voices, their touch... it was like a ghost that wouldn't leave.
But I couldn't tell Calvin that.
He nodded slowly, maybe sensing something behind my smile. "Come with me. I want you to meet Mother."
My breath caught.
Our mother?
My heart skipped a beat.