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“She is getting worse,” I said to Philip and Viviane as we left Rose’s bedchamber, Viviane closing the door behind us before we made our way to the sunroom.
“I wonder how far Lucinda and John are from finding that witch…” Philip commented softly, and I hummed out in wonder. We had been home four days and Rose had been steadily going downhill, slipping in and out of consciousness.
“I am not sure, but I can only hope that when they return, they come with good news,” I muttered as I sat down on Rose’s favorite armchair. Walter was sitting by his spot by the window, puffing on his cigar. “How are you holding up?” I asked him curiously as I watched his vacant expression.
“Lucinda said she will fix this,” came his gruff response and I glanced over at Viviane and Philip, who both sh
