“...I don’t like her, Lily. I don’t want her here,” Daisy huffed, crossing her small arms over her chest, a deep pout forming on her lips.

Mia, Cady, and Joy—who were each busy with minor chores around the kitchen—turned to look at her.

“Why do you say that, hon?” Cady asked gently, wiping her hands as she gave Daisy her full attention.

At the same moment, Eliana pushed a steaming cup of cocoa toward Genesis, who kept glancing over her shoulder.

“When she used to come over with Uncle Kieran,” Daisy said, her voice rising with emotion, “she was mean to me and Nana. She’d order Nana around and wouldn’t...