Epilogue.
Six months later.
Sadie.
The spark I’d been trying to create with my hand died, like I’d blown out a candle on a birthday cake.
“I’ll never get this,” I muttered, snapping my fingers on my right hand and trying to bring it back. I was getting so frustrated at the lack of magical ability I had after six months of training.
My mother laughed and walked towards me, where I sat on the swing in the huge backyard. “You’re seven months pregnant, Sadie. Stop expecting the world of yourself.”
I rubbed a hand over my large belly and sighed.
Mom bent over and spoke directly to my bump, “And how is my grandbaby today?”
I grinned at her affectionate tone. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would have my mother here with me, alive and well, for the birth of my first child.
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