The room was too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made every tiny sound; the soft hum of the heater, the distant tick of the clock, feel painfully loud.
I sat on the edge of the couch, barely breathing, my eyes locked on Sami’s still body. Adam was leaning against the wall nearby, arms crossed, his face tight with a worry that matched my own. I had suggested I move Lee back to my room so that they could have the room to themselves but Adam refused it, he was of the opinion that Sami would want to be close to Lee and I understood it.
I longed to say something, anything, to break the stifling silence, but I had nothing to say.
Then, suddenly, a sleepy voice cut through the air. "Mommy," Lee groaned from the bed, her voice weighed down by sleep, "what's wrong with Sami?"
I turned toward he
