Evelyn's POV
That morning, I was helping Alexis get dressed. Rowan and Rhys were already in their clothes, though moving slower than usual. They were still weak from their long illness, but eager to leave their beds.
"Mom, can we go outside today?" Rowan asked quietly from the bathroom.
I saw how Rhys leaned against the doorframe for support.After months in hospital beds, they desperately needed fresh air, but I worried about their strength.
"Just a small picnic in the nearby park," I promised, watching their faces light up. "But we'll come back as soon as you get tired."
While Alexis didn't understand why her brothers moved so slowly these days, she stayed close to them.
"Brothers, brushing teeth," Alexis announced.
Rowan expertly squeezed toothpaste onto her brush.
