That night, Lyon showered and then carried Mason into our bedroom. Mason's bed was too small. There was barely enough space for me, let alone the three of us. If Lyon insisted on squeezing in, he'd probably end up on the floor. Mason was placed between us. As Lyon lay down, he couldn't help but think—if only time could stop. Then our family wouldn't have to separate. Once he finally settled in, I turned off the lights. In the darkness, Lyon wrapped his arms around both Sofia and Mason, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. "Sleep," he said softly.

The next morning, Lyon woke at dawn. Seeing that I...