Third Person POV — Crescent Moon - Ella and Owen
Ella’s hands were shaking.
She noticed because she couldn’t make them stop.
Her fingers were clenched into the fabric of Owen’s hoodie, bunched tight in her fists like if she let go he would slide right out of her arms and disappear. Owen was crying — loud, hiccuping sobs that scraped the inside of her skull — and she couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried like this. Not like a tantrum. Not like a nightmare.
This was different.
This was fear.
Their father stood a few steps away, breathing like he’d run a race. Naked. Skin smeared with dirt and blood that wasn’t all his. It was their mother's blood. He wouldn’t look at them. He kept staring past them, toward the trees, toward the place where their mother had been.
Ella followed his
