The Son of Whisperwind

Our baby boy was gone, a tiny knitted cap all that remained.

Seven months, and we nearly made it.

But before I could even properly grieve, my wife, Izzy, obsessed over her ex, Julian.

She' d already made the ultimate sacrifice for him: our son, a victim of a desperate, experimental "cure."

Julian arrived like a conquering hero, smirking, ready to exploit our ancient, sacred land, Whisperwind Hollow, for his "wellness retreat."

My mother, the Keeper of the Hollow, tried to warn them, and for that, she collapsed to Julian's taunts.