*Meadow*

I am nervous and can’t stand still; I pace here and there, everywhere. We have only been waiting for a few minutes, but I need to know what is happening. I want to know what is this creature aware of that involves our children. They are restless; they usually move a lot but now they are still. Waiting.

A mental brush of warmth reaches me, and seconds after Caleb’s arms wrap around me. ‘Angels are creatures that never intervene with this world. They are constant ...