Kaleb arrived at the villa not too long after with the files Tristan had asked him to bring.
He was repeatedly grumbling under his breath. He wasn't just bombarded with too much to do at the office, meetings to attend, and deadlines to meet, yet he was still made to run errands. He parked his car and got out, climbing the porch to ring the bell, but he immediately received a text that told him the door was open. So he pushed it open and entered.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze. A sharp, burning smell filled the air.
His brows furrowed slightly as he closed the door behind him, his gaze sweeping across the living room.
Toys were scattered everywhere, on the floor, on the couch, even near the hallway. He carefully stepped over a small toy car, then a stuffed animal, making his way further inside.
The smell grew stronger.
"What in the world?" he muttered under his breath.
