The night fell heavy around her, pressing down like a second blanket. Emma had gone to bed beside Lily’s soft chatter about work and morning errands, but when sleep claimed her, it dragged her into someone else’s life.

In her dreams, she was small again, far too small. The world was filled with towering walls and heavy voices.

A woman’s hand brushed her hair, careful enough not to tug, but careless enough to sting. Her mother’s face was blurred, like smoke in a mirror, but the cold in ...