Married To Danger
She cried harder, but this time she nodded against my chest like she was trying to believe it.
Hours bled into each other. Damien sent updates every twenty minutes… [nothing yet, still checking, keep your phone on.]
Sofia woke up and padded downstairs in her little pajamas, rubbing her eyes. “ Stefan’s not in his room,” she said sleepily.
Valentina scooped her up before she could see our faces.
“He’s at a sleepover, baby, remember? Let me get you back to bed, okay?”
Sofia frowned, but she was too tired to fight with us. Valentina carried her upstairs and didn’t come down again.