Caleb stayed on his knees for a day and a night.
From the laboratory window, I saw Silver Moon guards change shifts around him. No one let him through the gate.
Rain softened the ground beneath his knees and streaked the blood dried across his clothes.
On the second morning, I took the treaty from my desk and went outside.
Caleb raised his head when my boots stopped in front of him. Dirt covered his face, except for two clean tracks below his eyes. He tried to stand and dropped back onto one knee.
"Serena, please listen."
"Go on."
"The Moon Goddess showed me our other life," he said. "I saw the cell. I saw you after we lost our pup. I walked away and left you there. You died because of me."
The memory had finally reached him. It could not return the child I had never been allowed t
