Night fell, wrapping the house in a quiet stillness. I stood at the window, watching the streetlights flicker to life.
Emma and Lily were asleep, their breaths a comforting rhythm in the silence.
Jack joined me, his presence a familiar weight beside me.
“You’re quiet tonight,” he observed, his voice gentle.
“Just tired,” I replied, forcing a smile.
He nodded, slipping an arm around my shoulders.
“We’ve got this,” he murmured, his words a reassurance that felt hollow.
I leaned into him, my mind a storm of doubts and questions.
Emma’s words echoed in the quiet, a reminder of the unease I couldn’t shake.
“Now I’m not alone with them.”
