Easter~
I don't remember falling asleep. One moment, I was curled up in Jacob's arms, wrapped in the warmth of his chest, his scent anchoring me to something that felt like safety. The next, I was sinking—slowly at first, like drifting into a pool of sleep.
Then the screaming started.
Blood.
Everywhere.
My bare feet slipped on the cold, wet floor. I looked down. The red was pooling, thick and dark, like it had been there for hours, maybe days. Bodies lay strewn across the room—people I didn't recognize, faces contorted in fear or pain, limbs at impossible angles. And in the middle of the horror, I stood, frozen, shaking.
"Mommy! Mommy, please!"
My baby's voice cut through the air like a knife. I whipped around.
"Rose!" I cried, heart in my throat.
