POV: Clara

The sky had stopped trembling, but my hands hadn’t.

Even with the crack dimming to a thin, thin sliver — a gold line winking in the clouds — I could still feel the way the world had held its breath.

Still feel the rumble in my ribs.

Still feel the echo of the child’s voice ringing through everything around us.

He is mine.

She is mine.

I am theirs.

The words tumbled in my head like a tempest I couldn’t outrun.

Daniel ...