I feel the walls closing in, the suffocating weight of the truth pressing down on me. I’m not supposed to tell her this much. Not yet. But I can’t keep pushing her away. Not now.

My patience wears thin, and the frustration I’ve been bottling up finally spills over. She’s right, in a way. I have been keeping her in the dark. But some things aren’t meant for her to know yet. And every second I stand here, on the verge of telling her more than she can handle, the weight of the prophecy ...