Sophia’s P.O.V

I blinked awake slowly, my lashes fluttering against the warm sunlight that poured in through the sheer curtains. It was soft and golden, casting everything in a quiet glow, like the world itself had decided to pause and let me breathe. My arms were full, my daughter’s little hand was curled around my fingers, and the other one had her head tucked under my chin, her tiny breath warm against my neck. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not yet.

There was something ...