Kiera's P.O.V.
The air was cool and crisp as I strolled down the quiet street, the sun dipping below the horizon in soft streaks of gold and violet. Caelum cooed in his stroller, his tiny fingers curled around the blanket draped over his lap. He had been particularly energetic today, babbling at everything he saw, pointing excitedly at passing birds and the occasional stray cat.
I smiled down at him, adjusting the hood of his sweater. “Tired yet, little one?”
He merely giggled in response, eyes sparkling with mischief.
A warm chuckle sounded from my left. “That stage, huh? Where they never seem to run out of energy?”
I turned to see a woman about my age standing near her front porch, her brown curls bouncing as she stepped closer. A little girl, no older than Caelum, clung to her leg,
