Chapter 8

"Mama, why can't I go outside?!" Rowan tugged at my shirt as he looked up at me with all the sorrow his beautiful golden eyes could muster. I held back the urge to laugh. This was a serious matter and I couldn't let him think it was a joke. "Because I said so," I replied, folding a blanket from the laundry. "You always say that!" he huffed, crossing his arms as he jumped onto the mattress. "I’m not a baby, you know." I sighed, crouching down slightly to meet his eye level. "Darling, it’s...