LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

Eden's eyes widen in awe as he reaches out to grasp the scepter. It's far too large for his small hands, but he holds it reverently.

"I will, Daddy," he says, his voice trembling slightly.

With no extra word, Jason turns and disappears down the corridor. Eden begins then to clutch the golden scepter to his chest, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. I thus place a comforting hand on his shoulder, my heart aching at the weight of ...