The harsh, sudden cry pierced the fragile quiet of the morning. Yohan and Yumi—their tiny twins—were calling out from their crib, their soft yet urgent wails breaking through the heavy fog of memories still clouding Asahi's mind. Ai's eyes fluttered open immediately, heart squeezing with maternal instinct.
Asahi, still seated on the edge of the bed, blinked, shaking off the last vestiges of the shadow that had nearly consumed him. His gaze landed on Ai with a tired smile. "They're hungry. Go ahead. Breastfeed them."
