C134 The last part

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.

I sat at the edge of the bed, tracing my fingers lightly through her hair. She stirred and smiled in her sleep, unaware of the darkness I carried. A faint cry came from the nursery.

I rose, stepping softly across the room. In the crib, our son blinked up at me with innocent eyes. I gathered him into my arms