CANE~

I pace the room back and forth, my boots hitting the hardwood floor with every step. The space feels too small for all this tension. 

Caden leans against the wall behind me, arms crossed, watching me like he’s waiting for me to snap. Our mother Amelia sits in the chair by the window, her face tight with worry. And then there’s little Summer, curled up on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. She looks so small and lost it twists something deep in my gut.

Amelia breaks the silence first. “The Satyre really said that?” Her voice comes out sharp. “Then what happens to Gunnar? We...