{TRIGGER WARNING FOR UNCONSCIOUS SEXUAL ACTS}
The house was calm by evening, but it was the kind of calm that followed a storm—thin, fragile, and waiting to shatter. The light had gone soft and golden across the Kingsley estate, the last of the sun spilling through the tall windows. Upstairs, Theo slept under the mild haze of the muscle relaxants, his breathing even, his body finally still.
Yu had spent the day keeping himself busy—anything to drown out the tremor of unease Dr. Renfield's words had left behind. He scrubbed the kitchen counters until they gleamed, organized the children's clothes, and even made fresh soup for the next day. But nothing stilled the restless hum in his chest like holding the triplets.
For hours, he sat by their cribs, humming softly as they dozed. Taymor's tiny hand clutched his finger; Ashton made faint, sleepy noises when Yu brushed back his hair; Cain's gentle breathing evened out against his chest as Yu held him close.
'They're all safe…'
