The Sisters
XXXVII. The Sisters Lora moved from the chair to sit beside her sister on the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. Neither spoke for several minutes. The Witch-house creaked and settled around them—the sounds of an old building or the sounds of something listening. Impossible to tell which. "If it's true," Lora finally said, "if we had children in the Otherworld..." "Then we're not just mothers who lost sons to time and circumstance. We're mothers who walked away." "We didn't know." "Does that matter? If somewhere, in some version of Faerie, there are descendants who grew up without us—who were told, or figured out, that their mothers chose to return to the human world instead of staying—" "We didn't choose. We were sent back." "Were we? Or did we choose to try, and succeed be
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