Emilia turned away from her best friend and walked quietly down the hall toward the triplets’ room. She paused at the doorway of their room, leaning against the frame as she took in the scene before her. Inside, Madame Dolores was softly humming a lullaby to the children as she coaxed them back to sleep. It was only six am in the morning; Raymond's fit had woken them up very early.

The triplets were nestled under the covers, watching Madame Dolores with large eyes. Emilia’s heart ached with love as she watched them, grateful that, even with all the chaos, they still had this little piece of peace.

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