Chapter 64

Eden

By the middle of March, I can identify which baby needs me by sound alone, which feels less like a skill and more like evidence that motherhood rewired my brain and forgot to ask permission. Ash wakes hungry, Clara wakes offended, Levi wakes all smiles because at least one of the babies needs to not act like I ruined their life, and Hazel wakes talking.

That one’s stayed consistent. This morn