POV: Sera
We were an hour from Crescent Moon when Ember started crying.
Not scared crying. Not hurt crying.
Something worse.
"Mama, I can see them," she whispered. "All the threads. All the broken pieces."
I pulled our stolen car, courtesy of Reese's network, to the side of the road. Kai was driving the second vehicle with wounded refugees. He pulled over behind us.
"What's wrong?" he called.
"Give me a minute!"
I turned in my seat to face Ember. She was staring at her hands like they were covered in blood.
"Baby, what threads? What do you see?"
"The connections. Between people. Between souls." Her eyes still that warm brown, not the terrible gold, fixed on me. "They're everywhere, Mama. Like spiderwebs made of light. And some of them are breaking."
My heart kicked. "Ember, are
