Her words unsettled him. The wound of losing Elise was still fresh. “And you believe you can calm them? Just like that?”

“I don’t believe,” she answered firmly. “I know.”

The Night the Cries Stopped

That evening, Daniel stood outside the nursery door. Inside, the twins screamed harder than ever, their faces red, tiny fists clenched tight.

Most nannies rushed to rock them, to hush them, to beg them into sleep. Amara did none of that.