Balance Must Be Kept
POV: Diana
The note trembled slightly in my hands as if the ink was still warm the message still forming.
“If they find each other the balance must be kept.”
My mother’s handwriting.
Curved looping strokes.
Flourishes at the tail of each letter are always elegant and intentional.
But the words felt like prophecy. Like a whispered warning handed down by someone who knew what it was to live half in the light and half in the dark.
I didn’t spiral.
Maybe two months ago I would have.
I would’ve cried. Panicked. Begged for clarity that wouldn’t come.
But now… I’d changed.
We had.
The storms we’d survived had taught me something more valuable than fear:
We endure.
I folded the note gently and tucked it into the pocket of my coat. Cameron came outside a moment l
