“Mommy!”
Caleb’s small voice rang out before Olivia could even rise from bed. He jumped straight into her arms, wrapping himself around her neck like a warm little vine. She caught him instinctively, smiling despite the heavy weight of last night’s discovery pressing against her heart.
“I’m hungry,” he declared, resting his cheek on her shoulder.
“I’ll make you something in just a moment, sweetheart,” she whispered, kissing his temple.
As she pulled back to look at him, Caleb tilted his head, watching her too closely—like he was peering into her thoughts.
“Why are you sad, Mommy?” he asked, his voice lower this time. “Is it the prophecy?”
Olivia’s breath hitched.
She smoothed his messy hair and gave a soft smile. “Don’t worry about the prophecy, love. Prophecies can change... if we
