Chapter 46
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
SIRE
The dream is never-ending, sweet, and torturous.
Kids crawl over me in bed. My kids. Our kids. Five kids with Wren’s dark curls and my light eyes. They’re so beautiful.
I can see them, but I can’t move.
I can feel them, but I can’t say, “I love you.”
They poke my cheek. They tug at my hand. One, my daughter, traces the broken heart inked on my cheekbone with her little fingertip. It’s the softest touch I’ve ever felt.
Another, my son, bravely lifts my eyelid. “Is he sleeping?”
From my soul, I scream, “I’m awake!”
But they can’t hear me.
More hands crawl over me with tubes and probes, making my children retreat.
“No!”
I want to scream, but my bones ache like liquid bruises. My muscles are on fire, my heart thundering, trying to feed my dying insides. My brain, I can’t control it.
“Wren! Angel!”
I pray, and she appears in a white silk slip. Her long curls, a heavenly aura.
Through the beeps, bright lights, and barking orders around me, she leans down, warmly smiling. Her beauty, ripping my last breath away, as she vows, “I told you we’d fall in love.”
Lightly, she kisses my lips before I’m swallowed by darkness.