I could not sleep.

Elena’s room felt too soft, too floral, too… perfect. Nothing about it matched the person I had been fighting with for years. Everything was tidy. Everything in its place. Everything quiet.

I should have been asleep, but my mind would not shut up.

Harry’s face from earlier kept flashing through my head. The way he had looked at those old baby photos, confused and shaken. The way he had hesitated when he told me. The way he had whispered, “Something is wrong, ...