It looked like a home in which people knew where things belonged and could ask before moving them.

I went to check the twins.

They slept in their separate safe spaces, faces turned toward the center of the room.

Harper’s hand opened once above the sheet and relaxed.

Owen made a small movement with his mouth, then became still again.

I stayed without touching either of them.

There would be questions as they grew.

Why their parents lived apart.