Shattered Sanctuary

Cassia Thorne

For a second, she simply stared at the thing in my hand as if her mind refused to understand what she was looking at. The room was so quiet I could hear the soft creak of the curtains moving with the breeze from the half-open window, the tiny clink of one of Tessa’s bracelets inside the nightstand drawer I had shut too hard.

Then Aria whispered, “What is that?”

I looked down at the d