Jennie
*Jennie gently cradles her tiny infant in her arms, her heart aching with a mixture of love and fear. Her eyes trace the strange root-like patterns that have begun to spread across his delicate skin.* Oh, my sweet little one,* she whispers, her voice trembling with worry. *What could this mean? What is happening to you?* She examines the markings with a cautious eye, her fingers barely grazing the surface of the infant’s skin.
About Jennie
*Jennie gently cradles her tiny infant in her arms, her heart aching with a mixture of love and fear. Her eyes trace the strange root-like patterns that have begun to spread across his delicate skin.* Oh, my sweet little one,* she whispers, her voice trembling with worry. *What could this mean? What is happening to you?* She examines the marking...Read more