They want her back.

Lazarus pov

Alister is way stronger than he looks. My boy grabs my arm and nearly drags me into the field without batting an eye. All I can do is gape at him.

“Come on, move your big legs, dad,” he mutters the encouragement that sounds oddly like an insult.

I choose to ignore his words to keep up the peace. No matter how stressful our life is, I don’t want to argue with my son. He’s just a child, after all.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I laugh as he keeps tugging on the sleeve of my shirt.

Funny how he can barely see past the grass that is nearly as tall as him, but Alister is still determined to reach his goal.

All things aside, this, too, worries me.

Everyone around us has always insisted my boy is special, but now, I finally see the observations have been more than just a praise to his talents. Alister is special in his own way, in a way I could never understand.

And now, as he walks closer to a place I fear as much as I am dying to see it, I wonder how my boy is connected to t