Easter~
The space around us pulsed with tension, heavy and electric. Time itself had stilled in the shimmering frozen memory where my past screamed to be heard. But Jacob wasn't finished.
"You humans," Jacob said with a smirk. "You never cease to amaze me."
He raised one graceful hand, fingers slicing the silence like a whip. The frozen scene flickered, blurred—like fog lifting from glass—and began to melt into something else entirely.
"Let's shift the lens, shall we?" he said, his voice calm, but the edge in it sharp as a knife. "Let's stop pretending holiness runs in your blood."
The memory dissolved into another—vivid and horrifying.
We were in the church—our family's church. But it wasn't a sermon we were watching. It was Mama, dressed in her pristine choir robe, sneaking into the back room after rehearsal, locking the door with trembling fingers. And there he was.
Bruno.
