Chapter 338

The nursery was the room that made things feel most real.

Sylvie had been folding small things for the past hour, onesies and sleep suits and the tiny socks that always lost their pairs. Her hands worked without needing much from her mind, which left her mind somewhere else entirely.

Somewhere else meant the kitchen. Evander's voice.

I need you to decide what you actually believe. Not what you kno