My brow furrowed in disbelief. I turned to Caspian, my voice trembling. "You think Kylo is faking it too?"
His silence was all the confirmation I needed. He didn't believe me. He never did.
Then, I saw him glance around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kylo, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Where did you hide him again?"
The accusation in his voice cut deep. If only he would come home more often, he’d see the table covered in medications and herbal medicine, the endless pile of medical records written by our wolf healers, and the truth of our son’s condition. But he never did. He preferred to listen to Ophelia’s lies, the lies that painted Kylo as a manipulative child rather than the sick boy he truly was.
I remembered the day Kylo told me he didn’t have much time left. He had one final wish: a trip to the ocean. He had always loved the sea, fascinated by its mysteries and beauty, a love nurtured by the stories his late grandmother used to tell him. But we lived far from the coast, and the only way to make his wish come true was to convince Caspian to join us.