“Our son will change the world, he’ll be the greatest Seer of his generation,” Marcel breathed as he leaned down to kiss our mother and the conviction of his words let me know that he had no doubt of that whatsoever. He’d seen it. “His life will be hard,” our mother breathed against his lips as she pulled him down on top of her and a tear slid along her cheek. “For a time,” he agreed. “But he will know all the best kinds of love in the end. Even if he never knows ours.”
