The first cop at my apartment couldn’t keep his voice to a whisper, despite the changeling slumbering in my arms. I tried to make my peace with the changeling, this fragile, horned boy, even as I hated him. The changeling broke out in welts and hives beneath my touch when I tried to soothe him back to sleep. Besides, the breeze seemed to help the changeling sleep. I thought of how well my changeling had been sleeping recently, and the pride that flickered like a candle in my chest.