Closed Deal
I rubbed the rough surface of the ancient ring that clung to my finger and felt it bite deeper into my flesh, the pain reminding me of Its impending visit. The wall clock ticked and ticked, its hands spinning mercilessly, begging for my gaze. I refused the call, but the message was crystal clear.
Midnight was approaching.
Emilia tapped the cover of the book I was holding, startling me.
“And then, Mommy?” she asked, her breathing labored but steadier than it had been in months.