~The Scent By The Crib~

EIRA

The nursery has become my favorite room. I watched as moonlight spilled through the curtains, glinting off the little wooden mobile Ivy had carved, it glistened with stars, wolves, and tiny crescent moons that spun when the wind snuck in through the window cracks.

Ivy hummed under her breath, that same old lullaby her mother used to sing and it made the whole room feel alive like the walls could breathe again after all the months of chaos.

"I think the baby ...