Naomi's POV

The morning sky looked clean like someone had wiped it down overnight. The weather was friendly today.

I sat at the kitchen table with Aurora placed on my chest, her tiny fingers curled around the edge of my robe.

She’d woken before dawn with those soft baby whimpers that meant feed me now or suffer my tiny wrath.

Raymond walked in during that time, he placed a kiss on my head and mumbled something about “just five more minutes.” Aurora answered him with a squeal and a ...