Kenna

I wake up in the morning to hazy sunlight blaring through my windows. I blink, reaching up to rub my eyes but then pause and look over at the other side of the bed.

Evander slept here last night, but he’s no longer here, and his side of the bed is cold and empty.

He’s leaving today. Soon, I assume, given the fact I overslept, and it’s probably close to 9:00 AM. I roll over onto my side, lifting up on an elbow to peer over the edge of the bassinet beside my bed.

Brie is snoozing with a peaceful expression on her perfect face.

A soft creak alerts...