Matteo was distracted, scrolling through urgent emails, while Patricia, the head nanny, guided the girls through the busy square. Their matching red dresses made them easy to spot in a crowd—a small precaution Matteo had insisted on.
But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.
“Girls, stop!” Patricia cried suddenly, her voice sharp with panic.
Matteo looked up—and his world shattered.
The triplets had broken free.
They were running.
Not stumbling. Not hesitating.
Running.
They moved with impossible precision, weaving through vendors, sidestepping benches, and slipping between strangers as if they could see everything clearly.
Matteo’s phone slipped from his hand. His heart pounded violently in his chest.
They had never done this before.
They had never even walked without help.
“Grandma! Grandma!” the girls shouted in perfect unison.
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