Caleb POV
When we reached school that morning, I felt something was wrong before Myra even said a word. Usually, when she gets close, her presence feels warm and soft, like she’s carrying a tiny sun in her chest.
It always makes me and Elijah feel happy and floaty inside. But today, when she walked through the school gate in her wheelchair, her aura felt cold. It wasn’t icy cold as she remains a jovial person, but sad cold. It was like when someone takes away your favorite toy and you pretend you're okay even though you're not.
I poked Elijah gently. “Eli… she’s not glowing today.”
He glanced at her, then whispered back, “I feel it too. It’s weird. Somehow I can see the clouds around her.”
“Maybe she didn’t have her favorite breakfast or her wicked grandma brought her to school today
