I woke up to the soft rustling of sheets beside me, but the space where Vera had been lying last night was now empty. My arm instinctively reached out across the mattress, finding only the warmth she had left behind. A tiny pang of disappointment bloomed in my chest, though I quickly shook it off. Vera was probably downstairs having breakfast or running around with her endless energy. I smiled faintly at the memory of her little voice demanding to sleep with both of us, of Aleksandr’s quiet compliance, and of her curled up between us, safe and content.