Easter~
For three days, life felt exactly the same. Or at least, that's what I told myself.
Each morning started in my familiar little haven—our sun-dappled house tucked beneath whispering trees in a quiet, picturesque neighborhood. Light slipped through the sheer curtains in golden streams, dancing on the wooden floor. The air smelled like pine needles and damp earth, and the birds outside chirped their usual cheerful song. Nothing seemed out of place.
And then came Rose, as always—my little ray of warmth—climbing into my bed with her tangled curls and sleepy grin, her tiny fingers patting at my cheek.
"Mama," she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the quiet morning—the very first morning I started feel the edges of my world shift. Her warm cheek nestled against mine. "Where's Uncle Tiger?"
I opened one eye, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. "Uncle who, baby?"
