eiling, a silent, invisible spectator to my

e candles and drew symbols on the floor around my cot. Liam, my Liam, assisted the

ime, a rosy blush bloomed on Clara' s face. Her frail form seemed to straighten, to fill out. S

od up, unaided, and smile

" she whispered, her

ing down their faces. Liam joined them, putting his arm around

y family, celebr

dy lay pale, still, a

e. As he walked out the door, Liam paused and spoke to t

d, his voice tired. "And get

at my still form with a mixture of fear and pity. One o

wet leaves and mud, and unceremoniously dumped me into a shallow ditch they' d dug earli

Liam' s heading to the hunting lodge up north fo

und of the wind in the trees an