I surely have gone through enough heartbreaking moments in my life, but setting down Emma while she’s clawing on me, hits the top three.

I even had to get Astrid to help me get her into her bed as she started sobbing as soon as she got separated from me.

I figured that it must have been some traumatic response to her losing Fynn’s scent and being catapulted back into that dark place she was kept as a prisoner.

“We’ll play tomorrow. Okay?” I crunch down, caressing her cheek as she calms down and nods. Grabbing her blanket to tuck her in, I make sure that she’s cozy.

“Good night,...