A Soft Morning
POV: Diana
The envelope sat on the edge of the dresser black as midnight and heavier than paper should ever be. My name wasn’t on it. Cael’s was.
There was something unnatural about it, how it didn’t flutter with the breeze, how the seal pulsed faintly like it had a heartbeat. I could feel it calling me the way a whisper clings to the back of your neck when no one is there.
But I didn’t move.
For the first time in a very long time, I didn’t follow the fear.
Instead, I turned away.
My fingers hovered over the wooden edge of the dresser for a second longer. Then I dropped them to my side, closed my eyes, and whispered, “Not today.”
Because today I needed peace. Not answers. Not magic. Not curses. Just peace.
I walked out of the room and into the soft light spilling th
