“You don’t have to be strong tonight,” Spencer told them.
He wasn’t sure whether he meant them… or himself.
Harper hesitated, torn between fear and duty. But when little Skye’s lips turned blue and Daisy swayed from cold, she nodded.
Within moments, Camille and Javier wrapped the girls in blankets and loaded them into the car. For the first time in days—maybe weeks—they felt warmth.
A Night of Firsts
Spencer’s cavernous mansion lit up the moment they stepped inside.
The housekeeper, Mrs. Winslow, gasped as four tiny figures walked past her in blankets.
“These are Harper, Wren, Daisy, and Skye,” Spencer said. “Prepare hot baths. And dinner. Something warm.”
“Yes, sir.”
That night, the long dining table—built for twenty but rarely touched—was alive again.
The girls devoured roasted chicken, spaghetti, and chocolate ice cream.
Spencer barely ate.
He simply watched… feeling something awaken in him.
A purpose.
A New Resolve
The next morning, Spencer called his attorney, Roland Price.
“Start adoption proceedings,” Spencer said.
Roland blinked. “Spencer… you’re adopting four children? With your condition? No court will allow it.”