Miguel watches the two of you sleep like he’s waiting to wake up from a dream. His daughter is wrapped in your arms. You both look so peaceful. He’s scared that he’ll look away and this’ll all fade away.

He won’t be sleeping tonight. Again. You’ve been telling him to rest, but he can’t. He’s too paranoid. What if something happens and this reality collapses? He can’t lose either of you. Not again. He brushes hair off your forehead, face softening.