Adam
We were back downstairs. Jadea was sitting cross legged with her back against the wall, her eyes closed, relaxed. As if she was meditating, but I wasn’t entirely sure that’s what she was doing.
Briar was on the computer, typing away on it. The TV was on, but muted.
I had messaged Mrs. Lindsay already and let her know I wasn’t coming home. It was curious, when I’d had the opportunity to try and break Jadea’s spell, to see if I could find some loophole and tell Mrs. Lindsay I was in some kind of trouble, I couldn’t. And I was pretty sure the spell hadn’t held me back.
My feelings had.
Because, while I was still feeling overwhelmed, I believed Jadea. I trusted her still. She hadn’t lied. She had only kept the information from me because, what they were wasn’t normal or accepted by
