Damon:
The room was quieter than I expected. No tension. No bitterness. Just the soft, rhythmic sound of Isla’s breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric as Sienna shifted slightly, adjusting her hold on our daughter.
I would have expected the nurses to come back, but I was surprised when neither one of them did. It was as if they were giving us our privacy and they had to admit. For a few moments I found myself appreciating that.
I sat back, watching them, my arms resting on my thighs as I tried to process everything.
It was very peaceful, the day and the way things went, everything about it was very peaceful.
Sienna was tracing gentle circles over Isla’s cheek, her touch featherlight, her expression softer than I had ever seen. There was something about the way she looked at our
