My baby girl turns out to be okay. So many doctors in and out of my room have been tending to us. To his credit, Derek and the girls haven’t wanted to leave my side.
Tris had started crying when Derek tried to leave last night. “We want Esme to be okay,” Tris tearily admitted.
Bea was firm in her stance, too. “She’s family now. We’re not leaving.”
If only that applied to Sadie, too. But that isn’t ever said. Instead, Derek and I make strong eye contact.
I let the girls sleep in the bed with me, and I even managed to get some sleep in between periods of stress.
Derek sits in a chair next to me. Does he even sleep? Is he capable of doing such a thing?
My eyes blink open after another fit of sleep, and I turn to face him to my left.
“Hi,” I whisper.
Derek’s gaze finds mine. I
