(Amelia)
I stared blankly at the wall. My mother's words were still echoing in my mind. Damien is still connected to the tree. Still. The word dug itself deep into my soul, a reminder that even though the war was over, my battle wasn't.
He wasn't back yet. He wasn't with me.
I had won, but at what cost?
"Amelia?" Mom called softly, her hand gently resting on my shoulder, but I barely registered her touch.
"I need to figure this out," I muttered more to myself than to her.
There had to be something, anything that could bring him back. I couldn't lose him like this, connected to the tree forever, locked in some in-between existence while I was here, alone, with our child growing inside me.
I pushed myself off the bed, ignoring the slight wave of dizziness that followed. My legs wobbled, but I forced them to steady. I couldn't let exhaustion stop me. I needed to find him.
