Horice’s POV
Wiping the tears from my face, I pulled the picture of my beloved, Enid, from the drawer of my desk. I keep it in my study to remind me she is always with me. “I’m trying, my love”, I whisper to the picture. I still don’t know where she is or what they are doing to her. Lucinda was one when they took her. She had a premonition about it and told me.
I was never to come for her. Even at the most difficult times. She will come to me. It had become less frequent as the years drew on, and it had been several years since I had seen her last. She can astral project herself and was able to see me when she needed to. I haven’t felt our kinship severe; she is alive somewhere. In what state, I don’t know.
Celeste knew I was the one to come up with the enchantment. I had to explain i
