~Selene's POV~
The twins reach five months on a Tuesday, and Selene marks it the way she has marked every month since arriving in Silvermere, with a small private ritual no one else has ever seen, not even Miriam, who she suspects knows it exists but has never once asked about directly.
Lior has discovered the mechanics of rolling, and he pursues the activity with the same loud, opinionated energy he brings to everything else in his small life. He flips himself over on the mat with a grunt of effort and immediate triumph, then reaches for whatever happens to be within range, a rattle, the corner of a blanket, once memorably the leg of the coffee table, which he gripped with both hands as though it personally owed him something he intended to collect that afternoon.
Asha studies everythi
