The house felt different when they got back. Softer. Quieter. As if everyone had finally exhaled after a long, tense day.
Sebastian carried Elliott up the sweeping staircase, his steps slow and careful. The little boy’s head rested against his father’s shoulder, his good arm looped around Sebastian’s neck while his other stayed cradled against his chest in its sling.
Isabelle walked ahead, moving through the wide hall with purpose, already fussing over the room as they entered. She adjusted the pillows on Elliott’s bed, pulled back the covers, and made sure his favorite stuffed dinosaur was right where he’d want it. She was in motion, her worry transforming into action — because doing something felt better than feeling helpless.
“Let’s get you comfortable, baby,” she murmured as Sebasti
