*Cali POV*
I am pacing around Phoebe and Leroy’s chambers. Phoebe lays defeated on the bed and Leroy walks around with an inconsolable Cale on his chest. I am angry and frustrated that I can’t help. How can a baby starve to death in our presence? I am the queen for heaven’s sake!
That’s when the Epsilon shows up. It’s really weird how he does this but we have gotten used to it.
“A beautiful or a tragic story. Forgiveness or hatred shall be the decider.”
He utters his usual riddles but I have no patience for that today.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I yell at him. I have never felt this helpless in my reigning life.
“It means you feed him,” Phoebe says with certainty.
I look at her in disbelief before noticing that they are all looking at my chest. I look down and find my gown
