Chapter 64: Anastasia

The door clicks shut, cutting off the last of Thomas’s muffled sobbing as the guards drag him down the hall. The vacuum of sound leaves the study too quiet. My hands are shaking so violently that I drop the roll of medical tape. It thuds against the carpet and rolls under the edge of the coffee table, but I don't bend down to get it. I can't take my eyes off the sofa.

I walk over to the children, my slippers dragging against the rug. Luna’s face is pale under the warm light of the dying fire. Her eyelashes are still matted with salt and dirt, her...