The door to our bedroom is wide open with the sound of giggling children echoing down the hallway. Dominic stops just outside, waiting for me to walk in, and I look up.

"What is it?" I ask as his expression changes like he's in deep thought.

"Victoria," he says, glancing down at me. "She is on her way with food."

"God bless her," I whisper, walking into the room.

Laila is sitting at the table, laptop propped open to a screen full of cartoon jellyfish. ...