Shadows and Watchers

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, Jemma hung her heavy head, her tiny shoulders sagging under the crushing, suffocating weight of an immense guilt that no five-year-old should ever have to carry.

"It's all my fault," Jemma thought bitterly to herself, tears pricking the corners of her wide eyes. "If I just weren't so incredibly frail and sick all the time, Asher absolutely wouldn't have to