Two Hundred-Twenty-Two

I fight the tears stinging my eyes, listening to how much trouble I have caused my friends. I was just thinking of returning to Zachariah’s room when a little boy, the spitting image of Raphael, comes running, sliding to a stop in front of me. He says much louder than he probably needed to,

“Who are you?”

The talking in the kitchen stops as Jess calls out,

“Killian, who?…”

I am surprised when he reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me with him into the kitchen. He then looks up,

“Mummy?…”

Killian doesn’t get to finish, and neither does Jess as her eyes lock on me being dragged in by her son. Our shock seems to be broken as I hear a gasp from over next to the stove. I turn my eyes in that direction and then lock eyes with Jade.

Killian drops my hand and runs over to Jess as he asks, “Who is she, mummy?”

“That is Yasmine, Killian, she is your Luna…” Jade seems to say without really thinking.

It takes me a moment to find my voice and even when I do; it is only a whisper when I say,

“So