Kael stared down at his Mom's old and battered metallic box that had been sitting on the table for years.
He blew out a shaky breath. His fingers hovered over the lid. Just touching it felt like opening old wounds. The smell rising from it went straight into his memory.
He lifted the lid, and the past snapped open with it. Suddenly, he was fourteen years old again— too trusting, too eager to please his mom. He believed everything she told him in that creepy dungeon, He loved her more than anyone else. He recalled the lies she told him.
“There's a fun game I want us to play. This will make us stronger, Kael… This will make us one.” Kael’s eyes lit up with joy and innocence."Let's do it, Mommy." his laughter echoed.
He remembered how her eyes softened each time he got the pronu
