Amara POV

Morning light spilled into the penthouse living room as glory and I prepared breakfast for Eli. He slept peacefully on his bed, clutching his red night-light. The city skyline glowed faintly through the windows, an oddly soothing sight after the other day's chaos.

When Eli stirred, I kissed his forehead and smiled as his sleepy arms wrapped around me. “Hi, love,” I whispered. “Ready for school?”

Dropping him off at school should have felt routine. Instead, each step felt ...