POV: Olivia
The apartment was finally quiet.
For once, all four of them slept at the same time. Harvey curled against his brother’s side, Hyden’s tiny hand fisted in the blanket. Lily dreamed with her mouth parted, lashes trembling on flushed cheeks. Daisy slept stubbornly on her back, as if even at days old she had to defy everyone.
I leaned against the crib, arms folded, just breathing them in.
The room smelled of powder and warm milk. The city hummed outside the window—cars passing, someone shouting three blocks over, the bakery downstairs pulling another tray from the oven. Life moved on, loud and unbothered. But here, in this little pocket of borrowed peace, everything that mattered was right in front of me.
Four heartbeats. Four tiny lives. Four reasons to keep going.
My body s
