Chapter 92 The Ties That Bind

The days had a rhythm to them now, a comforting, steady beat that seemed to settle into our bones. Emma's cries no longer felt as piercing, the late-night feedings no longer as exhausting. We were finding our way through the chaos, carving out a new normal, and despite the challenges that still lay ahead, I felt something deep inside—a sense of peace. The sound of Emma's soft coos echoed through the quiet house as I stepped into the living room. Evangelina sat on the couch, cradling our daughter against her chest, rocking her gently. Her eyes were half-closed, the weight of the day catching up to her, but she still managed to smile at me as I entered.