𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎

Weaving through the threads of her aunt's mind. Seeing, looking into the vision that appeared.

Rosalice dropped her spoon, the metal clinking against the ground. It being the only sound listened throughout the entire house.

Something that fluttered alive in Rosalice's stomach wasn't because it was starving for blood or for food but rather in fact... of Sierra.

Who was due in two weeks.