The Gathering Storm

Naomi's POV

"Can I invite them over?"

The words floated in the doorway like a smoke, Innocent, Soft.

But they hit me like a punch.

Miranda's curls were damp with mist, her pajamas sleeves too long, the edges dragging across her tiny fingers as she clutched her stuffed wolf. She looked like any child asking for a playdate, that was my Miranda.

But the girls she wanted to invite weren't ordinary.

They were Eve children, they were more exposed than she was. They had seen more ...