–Damon–
I was dreaming—feeding my son because he was hungry. His little hands reached out for me, and his whimper filled the air. But when I looked down… my arms were empty. He wasn't there. The sudden void startled me awake. For a moment, I just lay there, disoriented. Was it one of those strange lucid dreams? Or some twisted form of astral projection? Lately, I've been thinking too much about the baby—maybe because it's the first time Livana's not here.
But when I lifted my head, I realized the cries weren't from my dream. My son was actually crying, his soft wails echoing through the room. He probably missed his mother. I pushed myself up, groggy and half-asleep, about to reach for him—when I froze.
Someone was already there.
A woman, her fair skin glowing faintly under the dim light, her silk robe a deep peacock blue. She was cradling my son. My breath hitched.
