Life got better, almost good, it was peaceful, almost the normal life I had hoped I could have. Though I never smiled as much, and I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed, I was living again. I even began to look forward to Ethan and Isabella joining us for dinner. My relationship with my brother had changed, especially since the death of Anisah and the birth of Mary. We were still connected, but it was easier to be apart. When, a year after the birth of Mary, I was pregnant again, I was so happy I could not contain it. I accidentally set the curtains on fire. I had been so careful with my magic. Even though George knew what I was, he was still shocked and, for the first time, frightened by my power. I went back to my old bedroom for him to recover. I was only there a night before he b
