Sophia’s P.O.V

That night, I lay on my side, the soft, rhythmic breaths of my twins rising and falling beside me like a lullaby only a mother would ever find peace in. My fingers idly brushed through the curls on Tara’s head while Sara had her little hand flopped against my arm. Everything was still, dimly lit by the bedside lamp I forgot to switch off. And even in that stillness, my mind refused to quiet down.

Nathan’s words from earlier kept circling me like a slow ...