** Paige’s POV **

“I like it here, mummy,” Jax murmurs, smiling up at me with sleepy eyes as I gently stroke his hair.

I return his smile, but I don’t respond. I’ve learned that this is his moment, these quiet few minutes just before sleep, when his thoughts tumble out. If I say too much, he’ll talk for hours with endless questions and random thoughts.

This has become our nighttime ritual. Sometimes I read to him until his eyes grow too heavy to stay open. Other ...