Chapter 105

Maeve's POV

“Momma?”

Leo’s voice was small, and cautious. He could sense the shift in the air, the way the temperature in the room seemed to plummet.

He reached down to pick up the Polaroid, his innocent brow furrowed at my sudden paralysis.

“Mae, is there a problem?” Aunt Clara’s voice cracked from the bed, worry etching deeper lines into her already weary face.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’