Sophia’s P.O.V

That night, I tucked Sara and Tara into their small, colorful beds, making sure their blankets were snug and their favorite stuffed animals were tucked in beside them. I picked up the storybook from the nightstand and opened it, my voice soft and warm as I read the familiar lines, trying to make the animals and the adventures come alive. “And then the little fox found a hidden treasure under the big oak tree,” I said, turning the page slowly so they could follow ...