The Bare Midriff

Previously

…Robin instinctively wrapped an arm around her, holding her close with the same slow, steady warmth she had carried since the panic began. “Let’s take it slow this morning,” she murmured. She began rocking Jenny gently from side to side, the rhythm unhurried and instinctive, like something she had done a thousand times during Jenny’s childhood. Rachel shifted closer, her hand resting on the back of Jenny’s shoulder. The three of them sat together in a protective circle, the living room wrapped in a hush so complete it felt as though the world outside had dimmed just for them. No one spoke. They didn’t need to. The house breathed softly around them, holding the moment intact.