Chapter 39
Shawn’s Mother
“It’s time,” she told Herb.
“You’re sure?” he asked, standing up and hustling around to prepare.
“It is. We must hurry if we want to try this,” she told him.
Herb helped her from her bed. She was weak and frail, but somehow she felt stronger now than she had in years. This was her destiny.
“Take me to them,” she told Herb, her hand firmly on his arm for support.
They walked as fast as she could stand, which wasn’t fast. Climbing the stairs was even worse, but as the scent of death greeted them, she pushed herself. They didn’t bother to knock when they got to the door but simply walked in.
Everyone’s red tear-stained eyes looked at them with shock. Shawn stood and started to speak, but she held her hand up to him to stop him.
“I am so proud to be your moth
