Emily’s POV

It had been a few days since Smith came into my life, and I was already starting to realize something…being a big sister was hard. Like, really hard.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I was used to handling powerful men in business meetings, shutting down corporate sharks who thought they could intimidate me, and standing my ground in rooms full of people waiting for me to fail. But a four-year-old? That was an entirely different battlefield.

Smith was quiet, too quiet. He hardly spoke, and when he did, it was short, simple sentences that left me scrambling to figure out what he was thinking. He...