“How did you do it?” he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Grace closed her book and looked up at him with that same calm that never seemed to waver.
And with that, she stood and walked quietly down the hall, leaving Alexander alone with thoughts he didn’t know how to process.
The Robot Dog—and Something More
By the end of the week, the boys had kept their word.
No chaos. No tantrums. No sudden outbursts that sent expensive vases crashing to the floor.
And Grace? She kept her promise, too.
The day the robotic dog arrived—state-of-the-art, voice-activated, and shipped overnight from Japan—the triplets screamed with joy. Oliver hugged her so hard he nearly knocked her over.
But Alexander watched the scene with a different kind of awe.
He wasn’t just grateful.
He was moved.
