The Worry Within

Amy knew her son was endowed the moment he opened the package and stared at the photo inside it. She knew by the incredulous look in his eyes, the jaw dropping in shock, and his words. 'Is there another man here?' There was no other man, except the one in the picture Charlie was holding. He—the man in the photo- looked sad and morose, stiff as marble as he held onto the baby in his lap. Charlie stared and stared at it, entranced.

It was to be expected, she supposed. The Yewbeams were a family with strange, magical talents. It had just skipped a generation, that was all. Lyell hadn't been endowed; of course Charlie would be.

Still, she couldn't help but stir her tea with a worried frown on her face.