Midnight Cravings

Beck’s POV

Pushing the door to the children’s bedroom open, I stepped inside and kept my voice low. “How are you holding up?”

Thalia sat perched on the edge of the mattress with an open storybook resting in her lap. She glanced up from the pages as I walked in, though the brief smile that touched her mouth faded the exact second it appeared.

“Quiet, Beckett!” she hissed, shooting me a sharp loo