Lacey
I woke before the sun, looking over to see my moonflower sprout swaying just barely in the breeze. I quickly picked it up, taking it into the safety of my closet. I got ready for the day in a pair of loose-fitting sweats and a tank top. The buzzing in my bones, paired with the silence in my head where Serene usually was—active, opinionated, and honestly sometimes a pain in my ass—filled my body with the kind of angst that settled into the pit of your stomach and had you looking over your shoulder. I reached for her, only to find her curled in the same position she fell asleep in last night. I felt the barrier slam closed, leaving me to handle today by myself.
I hurried down the stairs just as the first omegas were filtering into the kitchen. I gave Ila a soft smile, which she retur
