With Gratitude....

Lyra

The estate didn’t look like the place we’d first stepped into.

The broken stone was repaired, the walls gleamed new in the sun, and the scent of sawdust lingered in the air. For the first time since I’d seen it, it felt like a place meant to hold hope.

I stood at the window, my hands over my stomach. The twins rolled beneath my palm, restless but calm. They hadn’t surged in days. I didn’t kno