CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
LAST DAYS
My mother was gone the next morning.
I found a note by the bread basket. “Eat and rest. You’re going to need it. Be back soon.”
I wondered what she was planning.
I ate a bowl of cereal and watched Kiara cavort in the backyard outside the cabin. used to be dull and empty and cold. Now it was the opposite. Mom had created a paradise in what was once just a drab clearing in the woods. The yard now contained thick, full hedges and lush grass. Nothing about her creations reflected the color of her sand.
Kiara’s hard and rough physique, her demonic eyes and menacing horns, looked out of place against the backdrop, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Come play, Chas, she projected into my mind as she chased a songbird. We only saw crows here before Mom arrive
