Chapter 14

Julian watched the light orbs drift toward the ceiling of his bedroom, their soft glow illuminating the packed trunks and the general disarray of a departure. He didn't look back as he stepped into the hallway. Downstairs, the house smelled of fried apples and the sharp, antiseptic scent his mother favored for the floors. "Chloe, go finish your trunk," Julian said as he passed his sister in the hall. She didn't respond, her face a mask of silent focus as she hugged a stuffed animal to her...