I gently slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Elijah, who had finally fallen into a peaceful slumber. The first few nights had been turbulent. His nightmares had shattered the stillness of the night, leaving me with a heavy heart. The first two nights had been particularly difficult. Elijah would wake up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down his face, his tiny frame trembling with fear. It pained me to see him like that, but the third night had been different. He had gradually gained confidence, finding solace in the security of my presence. I hoped that the following day would bring an opportunity to discuss his progress with Lucas. There were matters we needed to address, observations I had made that were crucial to Elijah’s well-being.
As I closed the door to Elijah’s
