That night at Serena’s place, she wasn’t expecting any visitors. After a long day at work, all she wanted was to rest.

She had just tucked Amy into bed, singing her a soft lullaby until the little girl’s eyes fluttered shut.

With a small smile, she brushed a gentle hand over Amy’s forehead before turning off the bedside lamp.

As she stepped out of the room, rolling her shoulders to ease the tension in them, the sudden chime of the doorbell made her pause.

Her brows furrowed.

It was late—who could possibly be visiting at this hour?

She moved toward the door, her fingers hesitating on the handle for a...