But it's still a shock.
"Daddy?" Cam's voice is fearful as he wraps his arms around my leg, pressing his cheek against my hip. "What's wrong with Odin?"
I clear my throat, trying to speak, but I can't seem to tear my eyes from his lifeless form, curled up on his sleeping mat.
Edward kneels on the other side of Cam, pulling him away from my leg and talking to him in a quiet voice, letting me grieve.
The sound that just came out of my throat sounded much like a wounded or sad dog. Strange but fitting.
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