I wash the dishes, occasionally looking out the window. It's been six years since the games. I try to forget. But not about him. Not about Ethan.

Ryeland plays with our oldest, Willow. Blue cries. I run over to her, and cradle her. My baby. My baby who Snow could kill. "Shh..." I coo, "Did you see a scary shadow? I see shadows too. Lots of shadows. Shadows of me, shadows of your uncle. Shadows of the past. I see ghosts, too. Ghosts of the future, ghosts of my past. But most of all, the ghost of a man. The ghost of a boy. The ghost of your uncle, Ethan. The ghost of a boy who died to soon. The ghost of my uncle."

My children. My children aren't safe. But I will make them safe. I have to.

It is a Mother's duty. And this time, I won't fail.