Jacob~
"Jacob… Rose… please…"
Even in her subconscious, Easter's voice broke through — soft, pleading, laced with a kind of desperation only a mother could carry. She didn't need to ask. I had already made that promise the moment I chose to wipe her memories. Watching over her daughter wasn't just a duty — it was something etched into my soul. Whether spoken or not, I heard her. And I wasn't about to let her down. Never again.
I closed my eyes and reached beyond the veil of the present, letting the golden strands of spirit-sight stretch across space. My vision tunneled gently to Rose—sweet, precious Rose. She was safe.
