Rose PoV
The days following Anis's first stroll were filled with a renewed sense of normalcy and joy. Each morning, the golden light would filter through our bedroom curtains, and I'd wake up to the sight of Anis sleeping peacefully in her basket nestled between Saffron and me. But as the week drew to a close, something began to change.
One evening, as I was preparing dinner, I noticed that Anis seemed unusually lethargic. Her usual bright, curious eyes were half-closed, and she wasn't making her usual happy coos. A sense of unease settled in my gut, but I tried to shake it off, attributing her behavior to a possible growth spurt.
"Saf, can you take a look at Anis?" I called out to him from the kitchen. "She seems a bit off today."
