Serena let out a small sigh as she pulled the blanket up to Amy’s chin, tucking her in securely.

Amy’s soft breaths filled the room, her little hand curled near her face.

Serena watched her daughter for a moment, a faint smile touching her lips.

Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss on Amy’s forehead. “Sleep well, my love,” she whispered.

She turned off the bedside lamp and quietly slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As she walked toward her own room, exhaustion ...