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Chapter 55 Storm

Author: KarmaDeLacroix
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-08 04:24:49

The day began quietly, the kind of stillness that felt like the world was holding its breath. The sky was dark grey and heavy with clouds that promised rain. I shifted in my chair by the window, one hand resting on my swollen belly, feeling the steady roll of movement inside me. Our son had been restless all morning, almost as if he sensed something was about to change.

Blaise watched me from the doorway. He looked worn but content, his golden eyes sharp with worry. “You sure you want to walk today?” he asked me.

I smiled faintly. “If I stay in this chair another hour, I’ll go crazy. He’s already practicing for a race in there.”

Beth laughed as she grabbed her coat. “Then let’s go. Fresh air might help you both.”

We all stepped outside together. The mountain air was cool, the path damp from an earlier drizzle. The smell of pine and earth mixed with the faint crackle of energy that filled the air before a thunderstorm. The trees whispered in the wind, bending low as though listening. B
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