She’s been masking her illness with spells, for f**k’s sake. Her vomiting has been occurring on a more regular basis than what I’ve assumed because she’s been hiding it from me.
I wish I could say after I tucked her in, I fell asleep beside her rather than remaining awake and wishing the Goddess to the fiery depths of whatever version of Hell we have. Thunder smashes against the windows, and Adalyn curls into me. Apparently, the Goddess disapproves of my cursing.
“Yeah, well, you did this.”
Mary said as much, and it’s the only thing that makes sense. Adalyn broke her mother’s virginity spell, but only now she’s too weak to hold the rest of the magic? A witch who can break through the magic of a more mature witch at the age Adalyn did is someone strong. Strong enough, I’m sure, to handle
