Dante's POV
_Sunday. New Life.
But today, we weren’t counting.
Today we were living._
I woke up to sun. Not fear.
Cassie was curled into me, face tucked against my chest. Her breathing was steady. No flinching.
On the floor, Mimi’s sleeping bag was still there. Again.
She said she liked “camping in 4C.” Said it felt safer closer to us.
I brushed Cassie’s hair back.
“4C,” I whispered.
She didn’t open her eyes. “4C,” she mumbled back. Like a prayer.
For the first time in 30 days, I didn’t wake up checking the door.
A small body launched onto the bed.
“Daddy! Ate Cass! New Life Day!”
Cassie groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. “What’s New Life Day?”
Mimi climbed over us, serious as a judge. “Today. Because no court. Because no running. Because we
