It was such a small thing that no one else would have noticed. But Emma woke up one morning and realized, with a start, that Yara had slept through the entire night without waking, without crying out, without climbing into Emma's bed seeking comfort.

She went to her daughter's room, peeking in to confirm what she already knew. Yara was there, sleeping peacefully, her small chest rising and falling with steady breaths. No nightmares. No fear. Just a child, sleeping like a child ...