Chapter66: Family communion

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  Eden wasted no time, his footsteps a whisper against the stone floor as he hastened to our sides. The room seemed to pulse with the silent beat of his determination, and I could feel the air grow denser, charged with the unity his presence commanded. A shiver ran down my spine, not from fear, but from the sudden infusion of strength that Eden's proximity brought. "Mother, Father," he said, the words resonant with the depth of his young, yet ancient spirit. His hand found mine, small but surprisingly firm, intertwining fingers that trembled not from weakness but from the burgeoning power of kinship. Jason's hand closed around my other side, and together, we formed an unbroken chain of solidarity. The chamber fell into a hush more profound than silence, each of us locked in a moment of communion that needed no words. Every doubt that had clouded my mind began to dissolve, seeping away into the void as if they were never there. Through our interlaced hands, a current