Kaelen opened his eyes. Tears streamed down his face—but they were warm. For the first time in fifteen years, the weight on his chest wasn't a stone. It was a hand. Gentle. Resting.
He took a breath. Then another.
Then he’d seen what they were doing with it.
Kaelen opened his eyes. Tears streamed down his face—but they were warm. For the first time in fifteen years, the weight on his chest wasn't a stone. It was a hand. Gentle. Resting.
He took a breath. Then another.
Then he’d seen what they were doing with it. bdmv modifier 2.0