Felicia couldn’t sleep.
Lately, that was becoming a problem.
Not because of nightmares.
Not because of work.
Not even because of Markus.
At least not directly.
The real reason was sitting under her roof.
Six children.
Six hearts.
Six different ways of processing the same truth.
That was what terrified her.
For five years, her family had been simple.
Chaotic.
Loud.
Exhausting.
But simple.
It was her and the children against the world.
They laughed together.
Cried together.
Faced every challenge together.
There were disagreements, of course. Kade and Kai argued almost daily. Kira and Kaia could turn brushing their teeth into a competition. But at the end of every day, they were united.
Now things felt different.
Subtle.
Small.
But different.
And Felicia was afraid of
