(Caius)
The words remained on the page while neither of us moved. Isla stared at them as though looking away might make them disappear. I kept my attention on her instead of the parchment. The bond carried disbelief, fear, and a question she did not know how to ask.
The woman who carried you is still alive.
I read the sentence again, searching for another meaning. There was none. Whoever had written those words wanted Isla to understand them exactly as they appeared.
"Do you believe it?" she asked.
"I believe the journal showed you those words for a reason." I refused to call them truth before we had proof. The journal had revealed memories, warnings, and hidden records, but it had also shown a future that hadn't happened. We needed to understand which kind of message this was.
Isla
