The Twin Cradle
POV: Diana
I didn’t wait for the engine to cool before I flung the car door open and sprinted toward the front door.
The moment I stepped inside the air felt… charged.
Like someone had whispered a spell and walked out mid-sentence.
“Where is he?” I called out.
Gina met me at the stairs, eyes wide, fingers clutching the edge of her shirt. “He’s fine. He’s still drawing.”
Still drawing.
That’s what terrified me most.
I reached the sunroom where we kept his chalkboard walls, encouragement for expression, a safe outlet.
And there he was.
Cael.
He was sitting cross-legged in his oversized fox hoodie, hand wrapped around a thick piece of white chalk.
He’d drawn a cradle.
But not just any cradle.
It floated slightly above the baseboard, rounded and deep, with intric
