Caleb's Echo: A Mother's Fury

The smell of roasting corn and sweet wine usually filled me with joy at the Starlight Grove' s Grape Harvest Festival.

I was living a simple life, a farmhand on my own vineyard, teaching my son Caleb the value of hard work and humility.

But that day, a single pastry, laced with walnuts, turned my world into a nightmare.

Caleb, my ten-year-old, lay dying in my arms, struggling to breathe, his body going rigid from a severe allergic reaction.

I plunged the EpiPen into his thigh, but his breaths grew weaker, his lips turning blue.