Signs and Seasons
POV: Diana
The feather vanished the moment my fingers touched it.
No crumbling. No fading.
Just gone like it had never existed at all.
But the water still shimmered where it had been a faint ripple like something had passed through.
I sat frozen heart echoing in my chest as Cameron reached for the towel behind me. He didn’t say anything at first. I just handed it over, gently drying my arms as I climbed out of the bath.
“What was that?” I finally whispered.
“I do,n’t know,” he said. “But it wasn’t random.”
Later I returned to my journal. Scribbled down the dream the feather the way the light bent around it.
Then I checked the date.
Something tugged at me like a thread waiting to be pulled.
So I flipped through the back pages of my mother’s old letters the ones
