Lorraine
Rattled didn't even begin to describe how I felt about Mortimer's last visit. It felt different this time. When he grabbed my chin, I felt like I could touch him in return. Like he was actually there. Mortimer had grown his strength exponentially in a very short time. I didn't tell the guys that. I was freaking out inside far too much to try to explain it. I was able to use a simple spell to show them what I could see, and what I could hear, and that was enough for them.
I was very thankful when Owen suggested a mental health day yesterday. I don't think I would have made it through the day otherwise. I didn't get any sleep the night before, too preoccupied thinking of ways I might be able to stop him. Nothing I came up with seemed strong enough, lasting enough. I even wrote Gw
