“Alaia.” “Huh?” “Can I hold you?” “Please.” He scooted over toward me and pulled me into his arms. His arms swallowed me up as I got comfortable in them. I felt him kiss the top of my head. “You can rest now.” Those four words meant so much to me as my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep with Cappadonna’s arms wrapped around me and my belly. Was this what safety truly felt like?
