A Fragile Peace

(Neva's POV)

I kept waking up at night to check if Vespa and Orion were still beside me.

I would sigh in relief each time I saw their tiny chests rising and falling in peaceful sleep, but the fear didn’t go away. It clung to me like fog—thick and suffocating. What if I woke up and they were gone again?

But morning came... Soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, and small hands patted my face.