Yule came, and I wept. I wept for the loss of Lithuise as she left us for the convent where I had made my conversion. We all cried when we said goodbye to her. I wept more tears because it was also Christmas, and I should have been with my family and friends. My parents might know I was alive, but I could not communicate with them. I wondered what they saw of me and my sisters in their dreams. I wondered what their world looked like now and what had happened regarding Brexit.
Bliss asked why I was crying when it was a sabbat, and everybody was celebrating and having fun. I pulled her into my arms and explained that although I loved her dearly, I missed those I had left behind. Both statements were true, and she seemed to understand. I had truly bonded with a child I had not given birth to
