Evelyn's POV
I stood there for a moment, my hand still resting on the doorknob.
Richard hadn't spoken yet.
He simply looked past me, his eyes settling on Miranda where she sat quietly at the dining table with a mug of tea between her hands.
The relief on his face was impossible to miss.
It softened every line of worry that had been carved into his expression.
Only then did I realize how frightened he must have been.
Before either of us could say anything, footsteps sounded from the hallway.
Grace appeared first, tying the belt of her robe as she walked into the living room.
Liora followed behind her a few seconds later, still rubbing sleep from her eyes.
She yawned once before looking toward the front door.
The moment she saw Richard standing there, she froze.
"Mr. Hart?"
Grace's eyes moved from Richard to Miranda, then back to me.
It didn't take long for her to understand what had happened.
Richard offered them a polite nod.
"I'm sorry for arriving so early."
