Ivy's POV
The silence hung heavy as Keir mourned over his daughter. My heart ached watching him, but uncertainty gnawed at me.
"But we aren't for sure..." I said, waiting desperately for someone to respond. Neither my mom nor Keir broke the painful silence.
"Ivy," my mom finally started, her voice trailing off.
I searched frantically for alternatives. "Can we delay her learning somehow?" The thought of separating a father from his child was unbearable.
"No," Keir answered, his voice barely audible. He tore his gaze from his sleeping daughter. "If I even try to interfere, the universe compensates. We'd end up with a shaman unaware of her full potential." He looked up at my mother with resignation in his eyes. "Grace... I hate to ask this of you."
She moved to him with grace and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You don't have to ask."
An urgency built within me. "I need to know how long..." I pressed.
"Why?" Keir questioned, studying me.
