COATE STONE CIRCLE, APRIL 30th, 1872
I stare into nothingness with wide eyes, unable to move, unable to speak. My whole body is trembling in shock, tears streaming down my face. The latest revelation has shattered me completely. All this time I thought Felicity was still alive and well, working and dancing around the kitchen cheerfully.
Memories take over me, her round, friendly face smiling at me from every corner of my terrified mind. I can’t believe she is gone. I can’t believe I left that night without a fight, letting her fall into the claws of this awful witch!
“Just give us the fox, she is useless now!” one of the witches yells out, making me flinch. It is the first voice to travel to my ears after a few long minutes that my mind spends blocking all sounds out. I sudd
