“I’ll file the final asset transfer forms with the bank first thing in the morning,” Daniel said.

“You’ll have your own account card by tomorrow afternoon.”

After Daniel and my father went downstairs to the kitchen, I stayed in the library for a few minutes, watching the rain hit the tall windows.

At eight o’clock, I went upstairs to the third-floor nursery, where two white cribs stood against the soft green wall.

Noah lay on his stomach, sound asleep with his small fists tucked under his chin, while Lily shifted quietly in her blanket before settling back to sleep.

The room smelled of warm milk and lavender disinfectant, clean and peaceful, far from the cold marble of the penthouse.