Rosemary
It had been nearly two weeks since the battle, since Dylan’s death, since I gave birth and discovered the truth about what I was - a hybrid. Two weeks, and yet none of it felt real. The events seemed like fragmented pieces of a nightmare, disjointed and incomprehensible, refusing to settle into any semblance of clarity. I moved through the days as if I were watching someone else live my life, disconnected from everything around me.
Ethan, on the other hand, had thrown himself into fatherhood with a quiet determination. He had fallen for her the moment he laid eyes on her. I’d seen it in the way he held her, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her, the way he looked at her as though she were the most precious thing in the world.
But I wasn’t there yet.
I couldn’t be.
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