Jhoanna’s room smelled faintly of clean sheets and old guitar strings, the window cracked just enough to let the wind hum through. Theo was curled up beside Colet on the floor, arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she helped him build a Lego spaceship—he always clung to her like she belonged there. Jhoanna sat on the bed, pretending to scroll through her phone, but her eyes kept drifting back to the way Colet smiled when Theo rested his head on her lap. When Theo finally dozed off mid-build, Colet looked up, catching Jhoanna’s gaze with a small, knowing smile. “He only falls asleep like that when he feels safe,” Jhoanna said softly, barely above the breeze.