“I believe we can manage marshmallows.”

The boys entered together.

Asher stood fascinated by the model airplanes on the shelves, while Liam made a cautious inspection of the leather sofa before allowing himself to sit.

Caleb began to ask about an old globe until Mason nudged him to be quiet.

“Don’t,” I told Mason gently.

“You’re allowed to be yourselves.”

Tristan remained in the doorway.

“Grace, can we speak privately?”