Because there they were. Our Siblings. Peaceful. Safe. Ours.
And we are surrounded by the people we love most in the world.
“I just… I can’t believe we managed to do it,” I whisper.
“Me either,” Caden said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “But I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”
I drop down gently beside Megan and James, brushing a hand through their soft curls as they start to stir. They blink up at me, slow and sleepy like two little kittens, and when they see my face, they smile instinctively.
But the moment their eyes flick behind me—toward Mum and Dad—their smiles waver. James sits up straighter. Megan reaches for my hand. The shift is so subtle it might go unnoticed by anyone else. But I know them now. I know the fear that still lives under their skin, tucked into their tiny shoulder
