Samantha’s POV
“Mommy, look! I made a butterfly!” Diana exclaimed, as she held up her craft project — a messy combination of glitter, glue, and construction paper.
“That’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, crouching down to admire her creation. Devon sat nearby with his tiny hands busy assembling what looked like a spaceship made of popsicle sticks.
A knock on the door pulled me out of the small bubble of peace.
I straightened and glanced at Annie, who had just walked into the room. “Annie, keep an eye on them,” I said as I stepped to the door and opened it.
Killian stood there. He smiled warmly, but the tension in his eyes betrayed the purpose of his visit.
“Killian,” I greeted with a smile. “What brings you here?”
“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice was calm but it carried something that put me on edge.
I nodded and stepped aside, closing the door behind him. As soon as we were in the living room, I folded my arms. “What’s going on?”
