Wheeling Gull Isle better place

Judah stirred, then started and looked up at his dad. Caracal erratically wondered if his screaming thoughts had disturbed his son’s sleep.

Wracked with guilt, he crouched beside Judah and reached out to touch his son’s cheek. It was difficult but Caracal made himself look the boy in the eye. He swallowed.

Me, he whispered.

Tears pricked his eyes. He tilted his head upward and blinked, trying to stop them. But they came anyway, hot and hard.

I think you should be with them, Ju, he said in a shaking voice, thinking of how much his son must miss them, particularly his twin brother. They are your family. I know you don’t want to leave the island…