~Ruby's POV~
The tires barely crunched over the gravel before I saw them—Helen, the kids, Keely, Esperanza—all standing outside the house like they were waiting for something spectacular.
Well… maybe they were.
They held handmade signs above their heads. One in Little Ruby's unmistakable handwriting read: Welcome Back! and another, messily painted in glitter and marker, said: TELL US EVERYTHING!
Roman laughed as he stepped out of the car, squinting against the afternoon sun. "Looks like we've got a welcoming committee."
I didn't even get a chance to grab my purse before the twins launched themselves toward us. Roman caught both of them in his arms with ease, lifting them off the ground and spinning them around.
They squealed with delight, tiny limbs flailing mid-air.
"Good to see you two," Roman said, his voice softer than usual. The kind of tone I'd only ever heard him use with them.
"Same here, Dad," they chimed in unison.
