Marisa sat by the kitchen dining table, dejected. She had been doing the same thing for over a week since her daughter was carried off into a mist. Every night, Marisa came into an empty house. She would sit in the kitchen for hours, waiting for her daughter. She’d stare at the direction Keelan had opened a pink mist he disappeared into with Nora.
She told Nora’s school principal that Nora was sick and had to go to New York for treatment. Ruby didn’t believe her and she would stop by every day to ask about Nora. A few days ago, a man came to tell her that Nora was fine. She had recovered from the demon’s venom but she could not come home until it was safe. The man left afterwards without replying Marisa’s questions.
“When will it be safe for her to come home?” Marisa thought as she sipp
