That evening, Amara arrived. No glowing credentials, no polished resume\u2014just calm, steady eyes and a voice that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand your children can\u2019t sleep,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she said softly.<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.\u00a0\u201cExperience?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve cared for motherless children,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she said.\u00a0\u201cThey don\u2019t just need cuddles. They need to feel safe.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
He shivered at the mention of his wife.\u00a0\u201cAnd you think you can make them stop crying?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think. I know.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
That night, he stood outside the nursery door. Inside, the twins wailed. Amara didn\u2019t pick them up. She sat cross-legged, eyes closed, humming a strange, haunting lullaby.<\/p>\n
Minutes passed. Slowly, the cries softened\u2026 then vanished.<\/p>\n
Daniel crept in, incredulous.\u00a0\u201cThey\u2019re\u2026 asleep?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
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