Rose was there, sitting in the rocking chair with Aurora cradled in her arms. She was humming softly, a tune I didn’t recognize, but that seemed to calm Aurora, whose tiny fists clutched at the edge of her blanket. Rose’s eyes were soft, her expression serene in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. She looked up as I entered, her lilac eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, the tension in my chest eased.
“You’re still awake,” I said quietly, stepping into the room.
“So are you,” she replied, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
I moved closer, leaning against the edge of the crib. “Couldn’t sleep,” I admitted. “Too much on my mind.”
She nodded, her gaze drifting back to Aurora. “Me too. I keep thinking about everything that’s happened, everything that’s coming. It feels… overwhelming.”
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