Chapter 48 Morning Chaos
- The quiet hum of the baby monitor was the only sound in the room, save for the soft rise and fall of Lucas’s breathing. Emma stirred at the faint crackle of static, half-asleep, muscles aching in that way unique to mothers who spend their nights half-curled, half-listening.
- Then came it—a whimper.
- She reached out automatically, her hand brushing Lucas’s arm as she sat up. “Noah.”