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Mila
We sat hunkered together in stifling silence, Devon pressed tight against my side, my arm around him, and his head on my shoulder. He smelled like a pubescent boy in need of a shower coated by campfire smoke, but I drank his warmth and the scent of my son in, knowing it could very well be our last minutes together.
My heart fractured at being separated from Vigil, but I didn’t question the need for us to be shut away. With us out of sight, in relative safety, he would be able to focus. Do what needed done.
I wondered what that might be, even though deep inside my gut I already knew. If Harlan and his men approached, blood would be shed.
Eyes closed, I told myself it was necessary, that the law had failed as it often did to protect those in need.
“He’ll keep us safe, Mom.”
“I
