Beneath the Moon
It was a sensation she couldn’t shake, no matter how much she tried to distract herself with polite conversation or the twins’ innocent chatter.
By the time they arrived home, the girls were yawning and rubbing their eyes, their energy from the eventful evening finally spent. Channary moved on autopilot, guiding her daughters through their bedtime routine. She dressed them in their favorite pajamas, the ones with little moons and wolves printed on the fabric, and brushed their silver hair until it gleamed.
“Goodnight, my little moonbeams,” she whispered, kissing Elara’s forehead first, then Sienna’s.
“Goodnight, Mama,” they replied in unison, their voices drowsy but filled with love.
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