Celeste fought to protect me even as she died. Elara resisted harvesting to the end. Luna Vera is using her final days to make sure her sons know the truth.
What kind of mother am I going to be? What legacy am I building for Asher and this baby?
The question follows me through the rest of the day.
That night, Asher asks a question I've been dreading.
"Mama, why do I have two different colored eyes when everyone else has matching ones?"
We're doing bedtime routine—teeth brushed, pajamas on, tucked into bed with his favorite stuffed wolf. The question comes out of nowhere, catching me completely unprepared.
"Where did this come from, baby?"
"Some of the kids asked today. They said it was weird. Am I weird?" His mismatched eyes—one green, one silver—look up at me with worry.
My heart
