Mira's POV — Saturday Morning
Brielle's overnight bag sat by the door.
Purple backpack. Stuffed wolf. Pajamas. Extra clothes. Toothbrush. Everything a four-year-old needed for her first night away from Mira since the separation.
"Mommy, I'm ready!" Brielle bounded down the stairs in her favorite dress—the one with butterflies. "Is it time to go to Daddy's?"
Mira's chest tightened. "Almost, baby. Let me just check your bag one more time."
Valeblack appeared in the kitchen doorway, coffee in hand. He'd been watching her pack and repack Brielle's things for the past hour.
"She'll be fine," he said quietly. "Kieran's a good father. And Brielle's excited."
"I know." Mira checked the bag again. "I just... what if she needs me? What if she wakes up scared in a strange room?
