We walked for another thirty minutes, and no sign of the place where Maggie and Zack might be. My heart was beating fast. Both with anxiety to see my kids. Also, because I was afraid about what we were going to find there.
I was afraid to see what had become of my kids, what Maggie and Zack might have done to my kids. I knew that proffers book might be right in some way. I knew what their great, great, great, grandfather wrote in that book might be true.
But me as a mother, I was not willing to accept that my kids were going to be murderous king and queen. I was not going to allow that to happen. Under any means necessary. I believed they had the choice to choose who they wanted to be. To be who they wanted to be and not to listen to whatever they wrote in that book.
I was going to help
