Alethea

As I stare at the lifeless child. My chest tightens, my breath catching in my throat.

Should I be relieved? Should I be devastated?

A child is dead. A child with blonde hair, just like Declan's. My mind races with questions. Was he playing too close to the river? Did he wander off? Where were his parents? How could they be so careless?

I sighed in relief, but it didn't ease the ache in my heart. It isn't Declan. My son is still out there, but the sight of another mother's loss makes my stomach turn.

Asher steps closer, he wraps an arm around me. His warmth grounds me,...