#Chapter 60: Death’s Promise

Darren & Aria Darren The night Lucas was born was a night I would never forget. But not necessarily for the right reasons. What should have been a joyous occasion was instead filled with heartbreak and loss. My sister had been fighting for hours. The baby was turned in her belly—or at least, that was the best guess I had. But we were alone, and the only understanding I had of such things were the books I’d read leading up to the birth. In truth, I had no idea as to how to deliver a baby. “Emilia,” I said when her hand was gripping mine so tight I thought she might break my fingers, “we have to call the—” “No!” my sister shrieker, her eyes like daggers. “Call the midwife, and I swear to the Goddess Darren, I will kill you!” I should have ignored her. I should have called anyway, her wishes be damned. Maybe if I had, she would have survived. But I listened to her. I was young and stupid and scared. And I knew that the midwife likely wouldn’t ma