Rosalie’s phone rang an hour later. Yves had arrived.

Rosalie headed downstairs so she could open the door.

Byron and the little guys had been beside her, and they all heard a man’s voice on the other end of the line. Before Byron even said anything, the little guys took the initiative and urged him to go downstairs to take a look.

Upon seeing how the little guys seemed to be in an even greater panic than he was, Byron nodded slowly and strode downstairs.

“Thank you,” Rosalie said as she