* * * Florence’s POV * * *
‘Do you think the guard was serious?” I ask Kate, still pondering over his words about never being let go. I came to communicate the vision of the Gods’, with every intent of returning home with my unborn child.
‘I believe him. If our child is gifted with visions, he may want to keep them to help tip the scales in his favour. We should believe the guard, we’re always able to come back, but if we don’t try to leave, maybe we will never leave. We could ask Chad,’ Kate replies thoughtfully.
‘There’s too many ears about,’ I caution her.
‘You are forgetting that we can link we him and Hal,’ she sighs. She’s right, I had forgotten.
The sky is a blush of smudged grey, as if a new future had been drawn in pencil and then softened by a giant’s hand. From the distan
