C51 Epilogue

*Four Months Later*

Sebastian’s glare can be felt by the little crowd of butterflies that I force to lay still. I am sure of it.

I cut their wings and I place them in the ground, in front of Sebastian and I laugh when he wrinkles his nose again.

“You really don’t like butterflies.” I carefully lay on the ground, smiling up at the odd expression on his face.

“Don’t try to press my kid in