São Miguel Island - Nine Hours Earlier

Sienna woke to the sound of Elena crying.

The soft wail cut through the quiet darkness of the farmhouse.

She blinked at the clock beside the bed.

5:02 AM.

Still night.

Still peaceful.

Still safe.

At least, that was what it felt like.

She slipped out of bed and walked to the crib. Elena kicked her tiny legs when she saw her mother, face scrunching up with impatience.

"Alright, alright," Sienna whispered gently. "Mama's here."

She lifted the baby into her arms.

Warm. Soft. Perfect.

Elena quieted almost instantly once she began nursing.

The house was silent except for the soft sounds of...