Chapter 85 Last Breath

• Meredith hummed softly to herself as she folded the blanket and packed away the remains of their little picnic. She could faintly hear her boys laughing and playing not far off. She thought, for a brief moment, that today might turn out fine after all.
• Instinctively, she glanced over at them, imagining Ksaver chasing Marcus and Daemond with his stick sword held high. But then her gaze caught a woman standing near her boys. Her son pointed a finger accusingly at Ksaver, who was now sitting on the ground, tears welling in his eyes.
• Meredith's pulse quickened. “What's happening?”