The air was different tonight.

Heavy… like something was pressing against the edges of my soul.

Even the wind felt like it knew a storm was coming, brushing against my skin with whispers I didn’t understand. My hands clutched Henry’s shirt tighter as he stirred the firewood in our cave hideout. His green eyes glowed faintly in the shadows, catching the flames like he belonged to them. He was calm, silent… but I wasn’t.

Something inside me was trembling.

Again.

Not from ...