Chapter 32

• Darius :-|
• Cyrus was still clinging to me as I carried him into my room. His face was nestled against my shoulder, and his small whimpers had quieted, replaced by soft, contented breaths. His regression had taken him deep this time—deeper than I’d seen before. He wasn’t just acting little; he was entirely in the mindset of a baby.
• I sat on the bed with him for a moment, gently rocking him back and forth. His fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt, his tiny hands grasping as though I might disappear if he let go.