TESSA
I tucked Calla in, pulling the blanket all the way up to her chin. Her lashes fluttered for a second, and I waited for the usual protest—the pleading for one more story, or her insistence on a glass of milk she didn’t really want.
However, this time, nothing came. Her tiny hands relaxed against the pillow, and within moments she drifted into steady breathing.
It made me pause. Was it because of Rowan? She’d taken to him quicker than I expected, even though she didn’t know who he truly was. It was strange how easily she’d warmed up to him.
I shook my head quickly, brushing the thought aside, and stepped out of her room. The small house was quiet except for the faint creak of the floorboards under my bare feet. When I entered the living room, my gaze caught on Rowan.
He was slo
