Lana's POVThe moment I turned from Jacob's bed, his brothers crashed into me like a wave breaking against rock. Small arms wrapped around my waist, my legs, anywhere they could reach, all three of them holding on as though I had been gone for years instead of standing three feet away the entire time. I felt their fear in the way their fingers dug into my nightgown, in the way none of them said a word, only held tighter.I gently pried their arms from around me, murmuring that I needed to see to Jacob, that I would come back, that everything would be fine even though I did not believe it myself. My second son let go, reluctant, his eyes wet and enormous in the dark. But my youngest, barely five, would not release me. He clung harder, and when I tried again to loosen his grip, he began to cry, a thin, rising wail that cut straight through the fragile quiet of the room.Asher moved before I could. He crossed to my son and crouched, saying nothing at all, simply resting a hand against th
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