SEVENTY-ONE!!... ALL I WANT IS SIMPLE

In the cozy living room of our home, as the scent of fresh pine wafted through the open windows, blending with the sweet aroma of my mother's homemade pastries, I was sprawled lazily on the couch reading a book while the Triplets chartered and laughed at one corner of the room.

Did they care that I was reading and perhaps should tone it down a bit?

No, of course not.

Men would be men. And unfortunately, I had to endure it and try hard to drown out their noise and focus on the words.

But the noise was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.

I raised my head from the book, curious.

Damon rushed to open the door, and an elderly man brushed past him, followed by a young man who seemed to be the same age as the triplets.

“Elder Thomas,” Dean greeted with a polite smile and bow, and the triplets also stood up to greet him.

I followed their lead.

The man smiled, his old eyes twinkling, just like that of the tall and muscular young man beside him.

He looked like he was forced or dragged her