When His Grief Was a Lie

e wedding, I

grow in me, despite the unease

tive, almost

accident

he said, from some minor

ed bad, really bad. He

clawed

rs weren'

ver use your abilities directly to alt

thought of being alone again

room, I reached out with that hidden

will, all my nasc

e, frayed and weak. I wove

g my own warmth in

The doctors cal

t my

t came

I lost our

then blood.

t a miscarriage, unf

e seemed. His grief mirrored

it happen

ag

e t

leeting joy, each

ies made it pa

at saving Liam had demanded a terribl

eweaver, meant to nurture life,

holding me, telling m

eal. His arms fel

atisfaction in his

nd that my "curse