Chapter 36 Fractures In The Light

• Scarlett stood at the edge of the estate’s balcony, the wind lifting her hair, her arms wrapped around Isla. The horizon blushed with sunrise, but it felt hollow a silent reminder of the price they had narrowly avoided paying. The warmth of her daughter’s small body against hers was the only thing grounding her, the only thing keeping her from spiraling into the abyss of what-ifs.
• What if we hadn’t found them in time?
• What if M had taken them for good?