Kane
“Mom?” I breathed, hardly daring to believe it. She was standing in front of me, smiling that warm smile I’d missed so f*****g much.
“What are you doing here, boy? You should be in the throne room,” she said, her voice carrying that gentle authority she’d always used when I was being stubborn.
“Yes, but there was an incident... is this real? Are you truly here, Mom?”
She laughed, that musical sound that had always made everything feel safe. “Of course I am, silly boy. Do I look like a cheap copy, is that what you’re trying to say?”
“No! No, Mom. I-I just...” My voice cracked as years of grief tried to pour out at once. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The tears were already running down my face, and my heart felt like it was breaking all over again. The guilt,
