By the time I’d showered and had Laurent bandage my wounds—he was horrified when he first saw me—I went to the cat room to find my wife. There, I found her with not only the cats, but two children who were currently pouncing on each other.
Portia and the kittens were watching from a safe distance high above as the young girls pounced, hissed, and pounced again.
“Where did you find more cats?” I asked. “These ones seem feral.”
“Girls, can you stop for a second? These are my nieces, Fiona and Dahlia. This is my husband, Olivier.”
I’d briefly met both girls at the wedding, but I’d been so distracted that I’d honestly forgotten their faces right afterward. Fiona was red-haired and tall like her mother, while Dahlia was dark-haired like her father. They both looked like they’d happily set t
