Page 115 of Seeking Shadows

And then I realize that, for the first time in a long time, I feel… at home.

Laura watches the scene without saying anything.

I snuggle into the couch as the twins sleep on top of me, their small bodies warming my lap. Edo is completely relaxed, his little face serene, while Eleonora has her little fingers closed around the collar of my skirt, as if refusing to let go. My heart tightens in a way I didn’t expect.

“Can I keep them like this forever?” I murmur, looking at Laura.

She stares at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Technically, no. They need to eat, be active, develop motor and cognitive skills..."

I make an indignant sound. "I was being emotional, Laura."

"I know."

I suspect she doesn't entirely understand, but that's okay.

I play with Edo's soft hair. "They're perfect."

Laura doesn't answer right away. Then, in a casual tone, she asks, "What was it like when you were growing up?"

My hand pauses.

I look at her, a little surprised by the question. I don't think Laura is the type to ask without a reason.

"Happy, when I had Seth... and then empty," I reply after a moment.

She tilts her head, absorbing my answer. "What now?"

I smile a little, looking at the little ones. "Now it's... more."

I can't say I'm happy—not while my life is still tied to Nico Riviera.

Laura watches my face, her sharp eyes analyzing every little change in my expression.

"You get attached quickly."

I shrug. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily. But it is dangerous."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, now you sound like Zane."

Laura crosses her arms. "I just notice patterns, Mia."

I feel my body stiffen a little. She always does that—throws a remark out there and waits for me to give in on my own.

"What patterns?"

Laura hesitates, then leans forward slightly, her voice lowering. "You put others before yourself all the time."

"So we're talking about Zane now?" My voice turns defensive.

My mouth opens, but no words come out.

She continues, unflinching. "Not just him. You sacrifice your safety, your happiness, your freedom, even your sanity, for others. It's as if you exist more for others than for yourself."

My chest tightens.

I let out a short laugh. "That was pretty intense, Laura."

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