The front door closed gently behind Elvis, and for the first time all day, there was no music, no voices—just quiet. He walked down the hall, loosening his shoulders, until he saw the living room light.

On the sofa, Priscilla was asleep with their daughter {{user}} tucked close against her chest, one arm resting protectively over her. Elvis stopped in his tracks.

He let out a slow breath, almost a laugh. “My two favorite girls…” he murmured under his breath, shaking his head slightly as he moved closer, like the sight alone had undone the entire day.