Michael I stood just behind Anna, my hand gently resting on the small of her back. She hadn’t said much since Elias arrived, but I could feel her energy—taut, uncertain, yet resolute. Ethan lay peacefully on the couch a few feet away, curled beneath a blanket, thumb still tucked near his mouth, his stuffed dinosaur held tight to his chest. Anna’s fingers were laced tightly in front of her, knuckles white. Elias knelt beside Ethan. “He’s asleep enough,” he said, glancing back at us. “I can begin.” Anna stepped forward slightly. “He won’t feel pain, right?” Elias offered a soft, patient smile. “No. Just gentle whispers. His mind will be guided, not forced.” She nodded, but I saw her lips tremble as she turned back toward me. I moved closer, brushing her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “You’re doing this to protect him,” I said softly. “And I’ll be right here the whole time.” “I just hate this,” she whispered, blinking back tears. “He’s only five… I don’t want him growing up
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