Neil sat in his sprawling office on the upper floor of their New York penthouse surrounded by the city's skyline shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The soft hum of traffic below was barely audible from this height, and the glow of city lights cast a warm ambiance throughout the room. Despite the luxury and space, the room felt cozy, especially with the sounds of family life emanating from the adjoining dining area.
Mia stood by the dining table serving dinner to their twins, Nolan and Noah, who were energetically trying to convince her to let them stay in New York for a few more months when they would be returning in a couple of days.
"Mom, come on, say something!" Noah pleaded, his lips pursed in determination as he looked up at his mother from where he sat at the dining table.
