Chloe’s POV

I waited until my baby’s breathing evened out before laying him gently in his crib. He was already deep into his sleep, his tiny hands still held into my cloth, like he doesn’t want to let go.

His tiny chest rose and fell, it was slow and steady now, he wan now calm, unaware of the storm that had swallowed our home. I stood there for a moment longer than necessary, my hand resting on the rail, memorizing the way peace looked on his face, because peace felt fragile ...