Soraya's POV
Warm breath tickled my collarbone.
Liam had curled himself tightly against my side in his sleep, his tiny fingers fisted in my nightdress as if letting go would send me disappearing again. His soft weight anchored me—comfort I didn't even realize I'd needed after last night.
I must have drifted deeper into sleep, because the knock on the door startled me.
Firm. Too early. Too intentional.
I blinked awake, carefully easing Liam's fingers free so I wouldn't wake him. He mumbled, rolled over, and settled again. I tucked the blanket around him before slipping quietly to the door.
I opened it—
—and found Jenny, standing stiff as a soldier, arms folded behind her back, chin raised, chest puffed out, face aggressively serious.
"Good morning, ma'am," she announced in a deep, overly formal tone. "I have been assigned to this room to assist in looking after one Mr. Liam, while you are away today."
I stared at her.
Then—
"Jenny," I said flatly.
