Annie's POV:
A corner of the tent flap was pulled aside, and Jasper stood there, holding Jack's hand.
He didn't come close to me as he usually did.
Morning light streamed in from behind him, casting his face into shadow so I couldn't make out his expression.
The Jasper of the past would have run across the entire square to reach me; he would have acknowledged my child in front of the whole clan; he would have crouched in the garden, carefully applying ointment to my burns.
But now, he stood at the doorway, only steps away, as if an unbridgeable chasm separated us.
"Mom!" Jack broke free from Jasper's grip and threw himself into my arms.
A sharp pain shot through my chest, but I hugged him tightly, not caring at all.
"Mom, you're awake! You were sleeping for so long! Jasper said you
