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“I'm fine.” Ivy takes another bite of cereal. “Papa said she's a feelings doctor. He said she's really nice and just wants to talk to me for a little while.”

Then it clicks.

A therapist.

Honestly, it's a good idea. After everything Ivy has survived, no six-year-old should have to carry all of that alone. Those are burdens too heavy for anyone, especially a child.

I silently thank Alexei for recognizing that.

I manage a few bites of toast before my stomach starts protesting again. Not enough to send me running for the nearest bathroom, but enough that every bite feels like work.

Agatha notices. “You alright?”

“Just tuckered out.”

The answer sounds weak even to me.

She watches me for another moment before nodding. “Take care of yourself today.”

“I will.”

The promise feels hollow.

Before I can make my escape, Ivy hops down from her stool.

“You're really coming back later?” she asks.

I crouch in front of her and take both of her small hands in mine. “I promise, baby. I'll be back before you know it.”

She searches my face before wrapping her arms around my neck. “Okay.”

I hug her back, holding on a little longer than usual. “Be brave with your feelings doctor, alright?”

Ivy nods. “Papa said I can bring Daisy if I want.”

“Then I'd say you've got this.”

That earns me a small smile.

By the time I head for the door, Daisy has abandoned her sun puddle entirely, choosing Ivy instead.

Outside, Luka is already waiting beside the SUV. At this point, arguing about security feels about as productive as arguing with a hurricane.

“Mornin’, Luka.”

“Morning, Maggie.”

I slide into the backseat and fasten my seatbelt. “Any chance we can make a quick stop at Mama's diner before we head to the shelter?”

Luka nods once. “Already planned for it.”

I stare at him. “That's either thoughtful or mildly unsettlin’.”

He gives me a small smile. “Occupational hazard.”

I mutter under my breath, “Definitely unsettlin’.”

The drive into Savannah passes beneath bright blue skies. Tourists wander along the sidewalks carrying coffee cups and pastries. Delivery trucks move through downtown. Shop owners unlock their doors and sweep their sidewalks.