My eyes pried open as the door to my room cracked, and I saw Zion dragging himself through and towards my bed. I had just closed my eyes not so long ago, trying to sleep, and the strain lingered in them now that I stared at my son.

“Zion, baby, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he grumbled, already climbing onto the bed and crawling over to my side.

I pouted, “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Do you want to sleep with mommy?”

He bobbed his head, and I opened my arms to him, tightening them when he got into it. I kissed his hair and rested my head on...