Vague memory

The night unfolded with an eerie stillness in the Langston home, broken only by the soft sounds of Yvonne and the twins moving up to bed. Jack and Lily had clung to her since the moment she had comforted them, refusing to let go of her hands as if she were their lifeline. They nestled beside her, each of them burrowing into her arms with a desperation that made Yvonne’s heart ache. She could feel their steady, rhythmic breaths calming, their bodies finally relaxing against her. But she knew the pain still lingered within them, quietly nestled between their small frames and the darkness of the room.

As Yvonne lay there, staring into the dim ceiling above, she gently ran her fingers through Lily’s hair, soothing the child until she fell into a deep sleep. Jack’s hand rested on her shoulder, his little fingers curling every now and then, as if needing reassurance she was still there. Every so often, Yvonne could feel a soft hitch in their breaths, the remnants of their earlier tears, and