Amara, a name that dances on the tongue and lingers in the air like a
I'm trembling with fear. I find solace in the embrace of my son at night, choosing his comforting presence over sharing a bed with Magnus. We're holding up, but I can feel the weight of my thoughts churning inside me. He's aware of it too, and I believe he deserves a sanctuary where he can find solace.
I'm terrified that Selene will suddenly pounce and inflict harm upon my son.
I can't fathom what's amiss with her and her daughter. I yearned to approach her, but a sense of unease washed over me whenever I found myself in her presence. I am overwhelmed by a wave of fear.
Amara? Magnus stealthily slips into the dimly lit bedroom, where I lay nestled with my precious baby, our dreams intertwined.
Is there no sweet end
