Freyah.
I walked quietly beside them as we returned inside the mansion, but the heaviness in my chest would not fade.
My father, still holding Logan tightly in his arms, gently stroking his back. From time to time, my son sniffled, trying hard to hold back his tears.
I let out a quiet sigh.
As a mother, I could feel every emotion inside him… the fear, the guilt, and the confusion over why there were moments when he could not control himself.
When we entered the mansion, I immediately noticed the silence in the large living room. The space was wide, with tall windows that overlooked the vast woodland outside. The trees stood high and thick, but the ground beneath them was clear… only fallen dry leaves scattered across the earth.
This was the house where I grew up as a mortal.
And now
