“Two coffees and three milkshakes for the hardest workers in Miami!” Atlas sing-songed as he entered the living room, setting the tray of drinks in the middle.

“Three milkshakes and two coffees for the most hardworking team in the world!” Atlas chirped, strolling into the living room.

I raised my head, offering him a smile. “You look like a mess,” It came out dreamy, laced with love.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, setting the tray down, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

I glanced around, her nose scrunching at the rumpled papers, torn sketch pads, broken pencils, Louis’ textbooks, Lily’s teddy bear, and finally, Leo’s sweater.

They were...