The idea was dark, but the thought lingered.
After all, Helen had already helped take down someone like Mr. Bayou.
What was stopping her from turning that newfound power toward her own life?
Just as the thought solidified in her mind, a small voice interrupted her.
"Mommy?"
Helen blinked and turned to see her daughter, Zoe, standing in the doorway of the living room, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
The little girl’s dark curls were a messy halo around her head, and she clutched her stuffed bunny to her chest, its worn ears flopping to the side.
Zoe’s pajamas were a little too big, the sleeves hanging down past her hands, making her look even smaller than she already was.
"Hey, sweetie." Helen forced a smile, kneeling down and opening her arms. "What are you doing up?"
Zoe toddled ove
