Danielle woke slowly, the world coming into focus in soft blurs of sunlight and warmth. Seth was curled against her side, his arm draped comfortably over her waist, his face buried in the pillow. His breathing was deep and even.
She had a hazy memory of being carried upstairs the night before—strong arms lifting her, a murmur of reassurance in her ear. It had been a quiet night, all things considered. No strange dreams, no Briar whispering through the cracks of her mind. Just sleep.
The sun poured in through the wide windows, lighting the room in gold. She blinked against the brightness and reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up.
10:02 a.m.
Danielle blinked again. She hadn’t meant to sleep in. But judging by the deep ache that still lingered in her shoulders and the
