We had a few precious hours until everything changed, for good or for bad. I wouldn’t waste a single one of them on sleep. I spent them counting the freckles on her cheeks, memorizing the pattern of her breaths, watching the flutter of her eyelashes. And when the sun went down, and Oraya stirred and blinked blearily at me with those moon-bright eyes and asked, “Sleep well?” I just kissed her forehead and said, “Perfect.” And I didn’t have a single regret.
