Chloe’s POV

When we got home, the house was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles after chaos, where every creak of the floor feels louder than it should, and even the air seems to hold its breath. Mira clutched my hand tightly, her fingers wrapped around mine like a lifeline. For some reasons, she trusted me so much. My son slept peacefully in the bassinet nearby, oblivious to the storms that had raged in the past weeks.

I gently led Mira to the living room. The sunlight filtering ...