POV: Siena Blake

Roman was already fast asleep.

His little body was curled under his favorite green dinosaur blanket, one arm wrapped tight around the scruffy stuffed penguin he never went to bed without. His chest rose and fell with the softest, sweetest rhythm. Every little breath he took sounded like peace. The kind of peace I hadn’t known in years. His eyelashes rested like little feathers against his cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile as I leaned down and gently tucked the blanket closer around his small frame. I brushed back the soft curls on his forehead and bent to kiss his warm temple.

It felt like the...