Sienna’s POV

I press Lyra’s bunny into her hands, and she curls her fingers around it like it’s a life raft. “Come on, back to sleep.”

She doesn’t protest. She scoots down, tucks the plush under her chin, and lets her head sink into the pillow.

I hum the same lullaby I’ve been using since the day she was born, keeping my voice low while her lashes flutter, heavier and heavier.

“Mama?” The word slips out right when I’m ...