Sienna's POV

Morning sunlight filters through the market stalls as Lyra skips alongside me, her laughter carrying over the quiet hum of shoppers. Her tiny hand clutches mine, warm and soft, as she chatters enthusiastically about the baking adventure we have planned.

"And then we'll put the sprinkles on, Mama! The rainbow kind! They make the cookies look magical," she declares, her excitement infectious.

I squeeze her fingers gently, smiling. "That ...