Lyra's POV

The golden hues of the setting sun spilled across the porch, bathing everything in a soft warmth. Sabrina cradled Justine in her arms, rocking him gently as she hummed an old lullaby. I sat across from her, pulling Moon out of the crib and letting her tiny body rest on my arm. Her soft coos and bright red irises glittered under the evening light, making my heart swell with both love and longing.

“What are their names?” Sabrina asked, her voice gentle, her gaze focused on Justine’s chubby cheeks as he gurgled in response to her lullaby.

“Justine, Moon, and Tristan,” I replied softly, running a finger along...