EVELARA
Those questions—they pulsed against my veins, echoing louder, almost suffocating me.
I glanced beside the little figure, still asleep with his arms wrapped around his new favourite stuffed toy.
Leaning forward, I kissed his head and adjusted the quilt properly, before rising to my feet and walked out to the attached verandah. The soft night breeze reduced the suffocation a bit.
I sat on the couch there, hugging myself and rubbing my arms. However, the lightness was just for a fraction of a moment, then I was again thrust into those hateful words until another voice stirred within my head…
‘You’re thinking too much again, little one.’ Dravara appeared from the dark quietly. Calm and certainly composed.
I exhaled shakily. ‘Am I?’ I whispered in my head. ‘It's been
