The grand double doors of the Shepherd estate swung open, and Mr. Shepherd Sr. walks in, his presence as commanding as ever despite his graying hair and the slight stiffness in his gait. His sharp eyes scanned the expansive foyer, taking in the sight of all his grandchildren gathered together.
It was unusual, almost unheard of, for them to be home at the same time. His brows furrowed, and before he could even acknowledge the grand welcome, his deep voice cut through the murmurs.
"Stef and the baby are they alright?" His tone was firm, but a sliver of concern softened his expression.
Steve, the eldest of the Shepherd brothers, stepped forward. "They're fine, Grandpa. We all just decided to take the day off to spend time with Stef."
Mr. Shepherd Sr. gave a slow nod, as if processing the rarity of such an event. His gaze shifted to Mara, who stood near the grand staircase with a smile. There was a quiet determination in her eyes, something reminiscent of her late mother.
