Lulu

Last night was a complete disaster, but the vision of my mum changed everything. As I adjusted the pillow, I looked at Caspian, who was still waiting for me to speak, his expression full of worry.

“There’s something my mum drew,” I whispered again, this time more firmly.

Caspian moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did she say anything?”

“Not in words,” I replied, trying to recall every detail. I raised my hand, copying the movement I’d seen in the dream. “She ...