The Question That Waited

"I'm gonna catch you, Nathan!" Maya's voice rang out, high and gleeful, as she chased after her twin brother. Her arms outstretched as she darted around the living room.

Nathan, with a mischievous grin, zigzagged between the furniture, narrowly avoiding a stack of magazines on the coffee table. "No way! You'll never catch me!" he retorted, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Felix sat on the couch, a warm smile playing on his lips as he watched the twins' playful antics. His living room, usually calm and quiet, had transformed into a little playground. Toys were scattered across the floor, and the cushions bore the evidence of impromptu fort-building.

Earlier that day, Felix had picked up Nathan and Maya from the daycare center—a temporary arrangement until Jazz could collect them. The twins were ecstatic, not only because they were spending the evening with Felix but also because it was their first sleepover at his place.