[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, reaching with his free hand to brush his fingertips over his son’s hair. “I didn’t mean—” “It’s okay,” Hecate said, her voice firm but not unkind. “I … Continue reading Forty-one – 02
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