cid memories: beside me sleep six-year-old Liam and four-year-ol
rious, yet loneliness fester
ct to LS Café, straight to Byron Hawk
table: "I want a bond break.
traced his cup's
what game
e," I sa
ooked. Since they pref
ked: "Generous
is: what I cl
not," I
reg
de. Fire claimed me, my final wish
the night: Jessie's gowns, cubs' toys
Nora shrieked: "Father!
vely: "We visited By
aze sliced
" She led the cubs awa
ars fell. My heart ache
uld sway without me-an
ond break pact, I've
more moonlit vigils to brew Jessie's tonic. Wha
t, none
's stalled timepiece. Servants fumbled, failing my sta
indow, sunlight dappling my form, I
last?" Jessie's voice slice
tan
d, nails click
irk duties? S
de, voice flat: "Se
golden croissants, hand-washed cub tunics. All for her tender loo
lton," her
. Don't act the
ched: "No act
or burs
a charged in,
Father's lazy! We
inder, harder-working-te
inned me, waitin
's better, summon
n?" she
ert
ie's sleeve: "Go
"Leave this m
inal glance
ubs out, their
eyes. Soon, I'd honor their wis
ved into the the mano
ns prior. Byron trailed his fingers over its armrest, voice soft: "This is too