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49. What Caelum Saw

作者: Denny Ink
last update 公開日: 2026-07-25 23:20:00

Caelum stirred on his cot behind us, rubbing his eyes with both fists before he'd even fully opened them. He sat up, blinking against the gray morning light, and his gaze found Dr. Nolan almost immediately, sharp and curious in a way that made my stomach tighten before I could say why.

"Who's he, Mummy?"

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  • Too Late To Claim Me   66. Whatever This Is

    I opened my mouth to argue, but Caelum's voice drifted in from his room, awake somehow despite the nap I thought he'd been deep in, his door creaking open before either of us could brace for it."Mommy? Is that Grandma Mae? Is she staying for dinner? Please say she's staying for dinner."Mae's whole face lit up. "My darling sweet boy!" She swept into the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen with Marcus and the sudden, ringing silence she left behind her.I turned to him, cheeks still burning. "I'm so sorry about her. She's, a lot."He smiled, that soft, gentle smile that seemed to make my heart flutter against every bit of good

  • Too Late To Claim Me   65. The Nosiest Woman Alive

    The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time, two short bursts that suggested whoever was out there had zero patience left for waiting.My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched Marcus move toward the door, his shoulders squared, every line of him alert. Every instinct screamed at me to grab Caelum and disappear into the basement until whatever this was passed us by entirely. I forced myself to stay still instead. To breathe. To trust that Marcus would handle it, the way he'd handled everything else since he'd walked into my hospital room and turned my whole world sideways.He paused, hand on the handle, and glanced back at me, a silent question in his eyes. Are you ready?I nodded, though my hands were still shaking, still half-braced for the worst version of whoever might be standing on the other side.He pulled the door open."Mae?" Her name came out of me on a rush of released tension, relief flooding through my whole body at once.She stood on the doorstep, arms full, a

  • Too Late To Claim Me   64. What He'll Hold Onto

    The afternoon moved into the garden.Caelum tore through the grass, chasing butterflies and grasshoppers, shrieking with the particular joy only a five-year-old can produce over an insect that keeps escaping him just out of reach. Marcus sat beside me on the porch steps, watching with a quiet, contented smile that seemed to settle deeper into his face the longer he watched."He's happy," Marcus said. "Truly happy. Do you know how rare that is, for a child carrying what he carries?"I nodded, my chest tightening. "I try to give him as much normal as I can manage. Playgrounds, cartoons, waffles on Sunday mornings. But I know it won't last. Not forever. Not with the Order still out there, still looking."

  • Too Late To Claim Me   63. The Best Day Ever.

    Morning arrived soft and gold through the curtains, and I woke feeling strangely rested despite everything that had happened the night before.Maybe it was exhaustion finally catching up with me. Or maybe it was knowing Marcus was coming over today.I hadn't told Caelum yet. I wanted it to be a surprise."Mommy!" His voice rang out from the hallway, followed by the thunder of small feet closing in fast. "Mommy, are you awake?"I sat up, smiling despite myself. "Yes, baby. I'm up."He burst through the door, hair a mess, gray eyes bright, still in pajamas printed with tiny wolves. "Guess what! Guess what! Grandma Mara said we're having a visitor today! Is it the hero doctor? Please say it's the hero doctor."A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "Yes, baby. The hero doctor's coming to visit."He let out a whoop and launched himself onto the bed, arms wrapping tight around my neck. "I knew it! I knew it! I want to show him my drawings! And my stuffed wolf! And the book Grandma Mara

  • Too Late To Claim Me   62. Ten Steps Ahead.

    I pulled out my phone and dialed Dorian. It went straight to voicemail.I tried again. Nothing.A third time. Still nothing."She's not picking up." My heart was racing now, full panic edging in around every rational thought I tried to hold onto. "What if something happened to them? What if he found them first, before he ever found me?""Don't jump to conclusions yet." Mara's voice stayed tight with worry despite the words, like she was fighting to believe her own reassurance as much as offering it to me. "There could be a reasonable explanation. A dead radio. A bad signal out that far from the road."

  • Too Late To Claim Me   61. How Easy It Would Be

    I drove home in a daze, lucky I didn't put the car in a ditch somewhere along the way.His words wouldn't leave me alone. They played on a loop, over and over, louder than the road noise, louder than my own thoughts trying to argue back.You're weak. Foolish. Desperate.Your mother was just like you. She died because she was too foolish to see the trap. Just like you didn't see this one either.My knuckles had gone white on the wheel. Every muscle in my body ached from hours of chasing a shadow through wilderness that never seemed to end, but the physical pain was nothing next to the hollow ache sitting in my chest.I'd been played. Used. Led on a hunt by someone who wanted nothing more than to watch me unravel.And I'd walked right into it, eyes wide open, like I hadn't learned a single thing in five years.Like mother, like daughter.The thought made me want to scream into the empty car.I pulled into my driveway as the first gray light of dawn crept over the horizon. The house sat

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