C4 Chapter Four

“Aaron, this must stop! Ye must rest!”

Aaron grimaced, shaking off his mother’s attempt to throw a blanket over his shoulders. He was dripping onto the foyer’s tiled floor, and doing so brought back painful memories. Where was Caitlin, sopping alongside him, her skirts muddied and her face pink with exhilaration? If she were there, his lips wouldn’t be icy