CATHERYN POV.
The boy was humming again. Even with his mouth full. Low and tuneless, the sound drifted through the dimly lit room like a ghost—uninvited, relentless, and strangely… warm. I ground my teeth in irritation as it gnawed at the silence I had wrapped around us like a shroud.
He sat cross-legged on his bed as he devoured one burger after another. Again. This seemed to be his favourite so I ordered to get it for him again. Didn’t the boy ever get full? I wondered. The glow from the nearby lamp danced across his face, illuminating soft features so much like Ashlynn’s it made something twist in my chest. I hated that.
“Stop that noise,” I snapped, sharper than I meant to. He flinched slightly. It was the first time he did so but didn’t look up. His little jaw paused mid chew, his
