The Dream Child
POV: Diana
I woke with my hand over my heart.
It was racing but not from fear something deeper. Something… familiar.
The dream still hovered behind my eyelids like fog that refused to burn away. My mother beneath that golden tree, holding a child I didn’t recognize, whispered that single word soon.
And the baby…
It wasn’t Cael.
His eyes were closed, and his energy was softer and quieter. Like a candle in the wind waiting to catch flame.
But I knew without question that the child was connected. To Cael. To me.
To whatever legacy we were now walking straight into.
I didn’t wake Cameron.
Instead, I padded into the living room, curled up with my journal, and wrote everything I could remember before it faded.
I needed time to process it before speaking it aloud.
Bec
