RILEY'S POV

The house was finally quiet. I had just closed the door to the twins’ room after reading them the third story they begged for, their small bodies finally still as I covered them with the blankets. It was 9:47 p.m and Nathan would be home soon from his late meeting. I should have been gathering my things, but instead I lingered in the living room, the place was dim and the only light was the dim one coming from the lamp beside the couch.

I was twenty-one, a college student who had been babysitting for Nathan for six months now. He was thirty-eight, a single dad raising two...