Serena’s apartment smelled like baby powder and fried potatoes.

Rebecca barely had time to knock before Serena opened the door, baby Rory balanced expertly on her hip.

“There’s my favorite aunt,” Serena teased.

Rebecca smiled instantly, the heaviness in her chest easing at the sight of her nephew. Rory blinked up at her with wide, curious eyes before reaching out his tiny hand.

“Oh, please,” Rebecca said, stepping inside. “You only like me because I bring gifts.”

“And because you make funny faces,” Serena added.

Rebecca tickled Rory lightly under his chin. “How is my little prince?”

Serena rolled her eyes playfully as they settled into the living room. “This...