Sebastian stood just outside the doorway of Elliott and Amelia’s new bedroom, leaning against the frame as he watched Isabelle settle them in for the night. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed the room in warmth, casting gentle shadows across the walls adorned with hand-painted constellations and framed storybook illustrations.
It was a room designed for comfort, for safety—
But the twins didn’t look convinced.
Amelia curled beneath the blankets, her stuffed bunny tucked beneath her chin, while Elliott lay stiffly on his back, staring up at the ceiling as though trying to memorize every detail.
Sebastian’s chest tightened.
They weren’t at ease.
Not yet.
Not here.
And that that was on him.
“See? It’s cozy, isn’t it?” Isabelle’s voice was soft, soothing as she smoothed Amelia’s
