Who could that be now?
For a brief moment, I didn't move.
Egypt had already gone back to arranging her Barney dolls on the floor beside Paris, while Cairo lay half-asleep beneath the blanket Rome had adjusted what felt like a hundred times before finally leaving.
Paris looked toward the front door.
"Mommy, are you expecting someone else?"
I slowly shook my head.
"No..."
Knock.
Another three knocks followed.
Whoever it was...
They seemed impatient.
Not wanting them to keep knocking, I walked toward the entrance and reached for the doorknob.
The moment I pulled the door open...
I froze.
"..."
Everything inside my head abruptly stopped working.
Standing outside was an older gentleman with neatly combed silver hair, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit. His posture was straight and refined, carrying the effortless dignity of someone who had spent his entire life being respected.
