C159 Any movement?

Vaughn’s blank stare met hers.

There was no spark, no hint of his usual lively spirit. Instead, his face seemed hollow, his small shoulders slumped as if he bore a burden far too heavy for a child to carry.

Amara’s fingers trembled as she reached out, gently pulling him into her arms.

She held him close, burying her face in his hair as her tears slipped free, hot and silent