~Shawna~I don't know how long these witches have been hovering over my son, but I'm ready for it to be over. I want to trust them to be careful with him, and I'm sure they will be. I'm struggling right now, though. I'm struggling because I feel helpless.My son, my only child, disappeared for four years. I couldn't find him, and I couldn't take care of him. He was probably scared and in pain at some point. As his mother, it's my job to help him not be afraid. It's my job to make the hurt go away. I failed my son, and I refuse to fail him again.Aston lies on the couch, and the witches hover over his body. His eyes are closed, and I don't know if he's asleep or not. I just want them to be able to help him get better. I miss my boy.In sync, the witches lift their heads, and their hands drop to their sides. Ulva makes eye contact with us, and my breath hitches. “There's magic in him, but it's broken.” I’m not well-versed with witches or magic, so I have no idea what they mean.“What are
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