A Mothers Promise

(Neva’s POV)

When Vespa finally stopped trembling in my arms, I wiped the sweat off her forehead and kissed it softly.

Her cheeks were warm and damp, and her small hands clutched my shirt like she was still afraid.

I rubbed her back in slow circles. “Sweetheart… Can you tell Mommy what you saw in the dream?”

She flinched slightly, and her fingers curled tighter.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, brushing