Later that week, Daniel walked in to find Amara humming again, this time in a language he did not recognize. The twins stirred but did not cry. Instead, they reached for her with sleepy smiles.

Daniel asked, “What song is that?”

Amara met his gaze. “It is not only a song. It is something your wife used to sing to them—before they were born.”

Daniel froze. “How could you possibly know that?”

She lowered her eyes. “Because she told me. Long ago.”

His breath caught. “What are you saying?”

“She trusted me,” Amara said quietly. “When she was in the hospital, she asked me to care for them if anything ever happened.”

Daniel staggered back. “If that’s true, why not come sooner?”