~Aiden~

I tried to stay calm, but I found no peace.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Father’s face, his laughter, Siarah’s voice, her presence. Their words replayed in my head, and I couldn’t spit them out. By dusk, my pillow was damp with sweat, and my heart felt like it was beating too hard for my chest.

Jayden had stayed with me that afternoon, saying nothing, just sitting there. He didn’t ask what I saw, but I knew he sensed it. My twin always did.

When he finally stood to ...