His soul was missing. And when it was found, it lay crumpled in the center of her palm, where she had crushed what remained of it.
Freestone.
Elias’ POV
Two days earlier...
The days had begun to stretch, longer, heavier, and more suffocating, yet I carried on with business as usual.
Maria hadn’t stepped out of her room since our last exchange. And to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t in any rush to seek her out. In fact, I was avoiding her with a level of precision that bordered on pathetic. My time was divided strictly between Isaac, who never stopped asking for his mother, and the ever-growing issue of the Cavemen still operating within my turf. Both demanded my full attention, which, conveniently, kept my mind from wandering to thoughts I didn’t want to entertain.
Only the housekeeper
