My OtherP
POV: Diana
She had the face.
The one I’d seen in the dream.
The girl Cael painted on the nursery wall, her outline simple, her presence undeniable, and it wasn’t just a product of imagination. It was memory.
Not mine.
Cael’s.
And maybe… hers.
I stood in front of the mural long after Cael had run off to play my fingers hovering near the painted cheek of the girl. My eyes traced the curve of her jaw, the sweep of her hair, the tilt of her smile.
It was too exact. Too real.
Cameron came to stand behind me wrapping an arm around my waist.
“She’s the girl from your dream isn’t she?”
I nodded throat dry. “Yes. I didn’t even realize until I saw her drawn like this. It’s her. The second child. The one we’ve been trying to reach.”
Cameron’s eyes didn’t leave the wall. “She do
