The room is quiet except for the sound of slow breathing and the distant hum of the morning outside. Warm light is pressing through the curtains. The blanket has migrated - again - almost entirely to her side of the bed. Sadie is curled into it like she built a nest on purpose, brown hair fanned across the pillow, completely at peace. And then, for no reason at all, the corner of her mouth pulls into a small smile. Eyes still closed. She knows you're watching.