Faith
Noah’s broken question hung in the quiet library like a shattered piece of glass.
“Is our family going to expire?”
My heart didn't just break; it completely disintegrated. Before Nicholas could even move, I scrambled up off the plush sofa, completely ignoring the sharp ache in my healing ribs, and dropped to my knees on the hardwood floor right in front of Noah.
"Oh, sweetie, no..." I choked out, my raspy voice quivering as tears immediately spilled over my eyelashes. I reached out with my left hand, pulling his small, trembling body against mine.
Noah clung to my sweater with a desperate, terrifying strength, his face buried deep into the crook of my neck. His little frame shook violently with heavy, hitching sobs.
"I heard the lady," Noah wept, his raspy voice muffled against
