Moments Of Clarity

Elena stood by the edge of her bed, her gaze resting on the small shape curled up under the blanket. Rowan’s chest rose and fell in the soft rhythm of sleep, his little face peaceful and unaware of all the storms in her head.

She should wake him soon. School starts in less than an hour. She has to get him dressed, pack his bag, and try to get some breakfast in him before they rush out the door.