Duncan
150 years later
I wake up clutching my pillow to my chest. I’m not quite ready to let the dream go. It was one of my favorite memories of her and although waking up holding a pillow instead of her is still painful, it’s becoming more bearable. She’s been gone for forty-eight years, but sometimes, it feels like just yesterday.
Groaning, I roll out of bed, knowing if I try to stay here too long, the kids are going to barge in and insist on cheering me up. Today would’ve been Chloe’s birthday, and every year they think it would be better to try to distract me. I don’t mind, not really. I know they just do it because they hate seeing me upset. Out of all of them, Ryker is the one who understands the most. While his siblings grew old and passed on, he’s remained young. He seems to
