I find Nico standing beside the elevator Rafael had installed to help his son navigate the three-story house easily, tapping his sneaker against the hardwood floor with an irritated expression on his cute little face. He is taller than other kids his age thanks to his father’s DNA, which gives him the illusion of being older. “What took you so long?” He snatches my hand and pulls me inside the elevator car. “I got distracted.” “By what?” “Your dad smiled.” “Really?” Nico stares at me with eager eyes. That look right there is the main reason I created the smile tracker in the first place,
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