The day Ethan returned was a little tense. I felt him before I knew he was returning. I could sense him riding up the road to our house. He was anxious, I was anxious, and George was concerned.
‘It’s okay George, it’s just Ethan. He has returned, and he is coming to see me.’
‘Oh,’ was all he replied to my statement. As soon as he walked in the door, he came straight over to the bed and fell to his knees in front of me.
‘Sister, are you well?’ He looked me up and down and grimaced ever so slightly. I knew I was drawn and quite pale. My anxiety was increasing as well, without a way to fully express my powers. But I eased somewhat in Ethan’s presence. I could feel George’s annoyance at that.
‘I am okay brother, not long now and the little witch will be here.’
He had my hands in his, and
