LIANA'S POV

I didn't even bother setting an alarm. For the first time in months, I didn't feel compelled to wake up well before sunrise to scroll through emails or mentally rehearse strategy notes. When I finally sat up, the sky outside the window was a light gray-blue, sunlight peeking softly past the blinds. My first thought was Cam.

I found her on the living room floor, sitting on the carpet, coloring with her sketch pad. Her face lit up at the sight of me. "Mommy! You're home?" she ...