The sun was dipping low, painting the walls of the nursery in shades of peach and gold. Abigail sat in the rocking chair by the window with Callie nestled against her chest, while her soft breaths synced with the gentle sway of her mother’s movements. Khalil was in his crib nearby, surrounded by a fortress of plush toys, his little hands gripping one as he babbled to himself in content delight.
It should have been peaceful, but her mind was far from it.
Her eyes kept darting to the window, to the driveway beyond the gates. He still hadn’t returned. It had been hours since he left, and there was still no sign of him.
She tried to shake the worry away as she shifted Callie, patting her tiny back until a delicate burp escaped her lips. Abigail smiled faintly, pressing a soft kiss to her da
