KEILAH

I could still feel the cold from last night buried in my bones.

That kind of brokenness doesn’t just vanish.

The pain of almost losing my child—it came back like a scream I never got to release. A wound I didn't even know I had until it split open. I’d screamed into Damien’s chest not because I was weak… but because I couldn’t carry the grief on my own anymore.

And yet…

I was walking again.

I kept staring at my feet, at the way they touched the floor, steady and real. Aaron’s magic had somehow worked. I could feel them again. I could move. My body no longer...