Anabella's POV:
My talk with Edmund was shattered when Elinor came barreling into the hospital room.
"Mommy, your head." Her little fingers poked at my bandage. "Is it broken here? Does it hurt?"
"Not at all," I whispered as I ran my fingers through her golden curls. "It just looks scarier than it is."
Eugenia trailed in behind her and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Someone refused bedtime, even when I dangled a new toy as bait."
Edmund stood and adjusted his collar with his usual cool demeanor.
"I'll go," he said, his voice rough. "Rest well."
Night draped over the room, leaving only the amber glow of the bedside lamp. Elinor curled against me, her tiny fist gripping my gown as she fell into a deep sleep. Eugenia lounged in the armchair with her legs crossed and stage-whispered, "Wh
