Chapter 11 ~ The Path Between Worlds

• Lucas Benjamin didn’t feel like a wizard on the morning of his twelfth birthday.
• He sat on the cold stone steps outside the house under a sicamon tree, his hands wrapped around a chipped mug of cocoa that had gone lukewarm. The sun had barely touched the sky, and the trees around them still wore their night shadows. Everything was too quiet.
• Inside, Mirna moved through the kitchen like someone carrying a thousand thoughts on her back. She hadn’t said much all morning, not even her usual, “Eat something, you’ll need your strength.” Everyone knew why though.