I stepped into Diane’s room while she was still curled up in her oversized pyjamas, her dark curls tucked inside the hood of her pyjama.

“Time to wake up, sleepyhead,” I whispered, running my fingers through her hair.

“Five more minutes…” she groaned like a grumpy kitten.

I scooped her up immediately, carrying her to the bathroom. The scent of strawberry foam and vanilla bath pearls filled the air as I lowered her into the oversized bathtub. Rubber ducks floated around her, joined ...