Imogene Scott

When I arrive home, exhaustion hits me like a wave. My shoulders ache from the long hours spent hunched over the vision board, and my mind is buzzing. I barely hear Breonna greet me as she stands in the living room. But when her soft voice registers, I force myself to look up.

“Lily’s asleep,” she says with a smile.

Relief immediately washes over me, and I move forward to hug her tightly.

“Thank you, Bre,” I whisper into her shoulder.

“You look wiped,” she says, pulling back slightly. “Get some rest, yeah?”

I nod because I’m too tired to say much. “Good night,” I manage, and she...