Time slowly goes by and I continue to wait for him to return. Thoughts of his injuries plague me. I wring my hands in my lap as I sit on the bed, fidgeting.

How can this get any worse?

The more I think of it, the more I realize that at the root of all these problems is me. I know I’m part of their prophecy, but now I’m not so sure if it would be easier for me to be here or just leave.

It sounds stupid, even as I think about it. The safest place for me is here, right beside Damian. But I ...