Narda's POV
As the day went by, I busied myself with Liam's morning routine, clinging to it like a lifeline.
Anything I needed to do in order to avoid thinking about last night? Anything to avoid thinking about him, I'm willing to do just that.
"Open wide, sweetheart," I said gently, guiding Liam's toothbrush. He giggled, mouth foamy with toothpaste, and tried to talk through it, which only made me laugh despite the heavy weight in my chest.
When he was done brushing, I lifted him into the bathtub. He immediately started splashing, eyes bright as he reached for his favorite rubber ducky. "Can I have more, Mummy? More duckies, please!"
I smiled and handed him one from the cupboard. Then another. Then another. Soon, the tub was a battlefield of yellow ducks, bobbing and bump
