Lydia was awake, but still in bed when I went in to check on her. Her brother had long since abandoned his place next to her and snuck downstairs to watch videos with Clara, but Lydia was still here. She had her blankets pulled up to her chin in a tiny fist and she was staring at her fish tank on top of the dresser nearby. As I entered, she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, but it must have been a very tired smile. I tiptoed through discarded toys and took Gideon’s empty space on the mattress. It was rare for me to be in their room in the daylight. Most of my time here was spent at night, where I…