Edith sat cross-legged on the floor, her hands intertwined with Emma’s as the older woman muttered under her breath. A gentle warmth spread through Edith’s body as she felt the energy Emma was channelling into her.
“Take a deep breath and exhale slowly,” Emma instructed. “I want you to focus on a beautiful memory of your parents.”
Edith followed her guidance, allowing her mind to drift back to her childhood. She was five years old again, running through the playground with her father.
“Edith, look! There’s a butterfly flying above you, sweetheart.”
“Where, Daddy? Oh wow, it’s so pretty! Wait—don’t go!”
With her tiny legs, Edith chased after the butterfly, oblivious to the uneven ground beneath her. She didn’t notice the large stone in her path until it was too late.
“Edith, watch out
