As the soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, Carla gently traced small circles on Dom’s tiny back. He lay nestled between her and Liam, his small chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber. The room was silent, save for the occasional coo from Dom and the rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan.

Carla leaned closer to her baby, her heart heavy with emotion. “I know you saw everything that happened, baby. It’s just sad that you’re too young to say anything sensible,” she whispered, her voice laced with worry. Dom, wide-eyed but calm, reached out with his tiny hand and poked her nose. Carla chuckled softly, though...