Spellcast (A Fire in the Sky #3)

4. Anyone Anywhere

Anyone Anywhere

I mattered once.

I had my father and brothers and Meya and Linnea.

There were people who cared if I lived or died. People who grieved when they thought me dead.

But then they moved on. Life resumed. Work. School. Children played. Adults complained about the shortage of food and the endless winter and tithes. They argued about the war and the exodus of youth from Isstad.

I didn’t blame them. I would have done the same.

Moving on was what people did.

But now I didn’t matter. I didn’t matter to anyone anywhere.

And that was the cold reality that followed me through every waking moment.