#Chapter 80: Road Trip

Elara

Zev nuzzled into my lap, his mismatched eyes wide as I read aloud the story from the children’s book. He’d found it in the playroom at the hospital, and snuggled up into bed with me, practically begging me to read it for him.

“And then the rabbit said,” I continued, “‘But how can I trust a wolf who eats rabbits for dinner?’”

Zev gasped, clutching the edge of his blanket like it might protect