*Raven*

Every time I close my eyes, I see lightning strike down just inches from where Sybil stands. Guilt gnaws in my stomach no matter how much I toss and turn in my large bed. If Kieran were here, he’d hold me, tell me that it’s all okay. He’d probably laugh about it. I can almost hear his laughter in my mind, and it sends a pang through my heart.

I miss him so much it’s eating me alive. Each day I hope that the pain of his absence will somehow lessen, but it’s only grown with each passing hour he’s gone. How has Mother endured this for all these...