Lia

It happened on a quiet morning when nothing else was happening. I woke up to a sunny day and a clear sky. The birds were singing. The twins were still asleep, tangled in blankets at the foot of my couch. For a moment, everything felt normal, peaceful, even. I remember thinking how rare that was.

For Solen to appear like this, on such a wonderful day, seemed almost fitting. Almost cruel.

He must’ve planned it. He had to have. Striking not in the middle of chaos, but in the calm, when ...