Chapter 154

The crystal burned against my palms. Another vision pulled me under.

Candlelight flickered across stone walls. My mother sat in a wooden chair, cradling a bundle of soft blankets. Me. I was so small, barely the size of her forearm, with tiny fists that waved at nothing.

A woman stood nearby, maybe forty years old, with gentle hands and eyes that held recent grief. She reached out, then hesitated.