The twins finally drifted off into their midday nap, their little hands still clutching the corners of their blankets. I stood beside their beds for a moment longer, watching their peaceful breathing and the faint rise and fall of their chests. Maxen's face was pressed against the pillow while Mireya had one hand curled up beside her cheek, her long lashes fluttering every now and then as though she were dreaming.
For some reason, seeing them asleep made me feel lighter. Their presence was chaotic and loud when awake, but in moments like these, their innocence softened something inside me. I tucked the sheets carefully around their shoulders, almost afraid to disturb them. Then, once I was certain they were settled, I slipped out of the room quietly.
