Eve
My heart wouldn't stop pounding. The boy I had held, the boy who had never said a word, had spoken.
And not nonsense.
He had spoken like he'd seen something. Felt something.
Something important.
Something real.
Kael stood slowly, visibly shaken. "This changes things."
I didn't answer.
Not because I disagreed.
But because deep in my gut, a new thought had started to take root.
A possibility I had buried out of bitterness. Out of grief.
I swallowed it down like poison, but it was already burning through me.
Felicia.
We would see a doctor for Elliot's condition and Felicia.
If I wanted to understand what was happening to my son—if I wanted to understand what was coming—
I was going to have to talk to her.
Whether I wanted to or not.
The next day bled in like a bruise.
My eyes burned from the strain of no sleep, lids dry and heavy, but I couldn't close them. Not even for a second. Not after last night.
Not after his voice.
