CASSANDRA
When I entered my son’s room, I half-expected him to be awake, but he was fast asleep.
He had his arms wrapped around his favorite teddy bear, Teddy, and for a moment, I didn’t want to wake him up. He seemed so peaceful, and I was about to put him through so much stress.
But not as much as I would be if we went to Anemond.
So, I leaned down and gently touched his arm.
“Finnick,” I whispered, and when he didn’t rouse, I said his name again. After a moment, his nose crinkled and his eyes blinked open.
“Mommy?” he said, and he yawned lightly.
“Sorry to wake you, baby,” I said, and I gave him my most apologetic smile. “We have to go.”
“Go?” he repeated back in a confused voice. “Go where?”
“I’ll tell you on the way there,” I explained. “For now, we just need to get ready, ok
