"Esme, it's alright. I need you to breathe. I don't think this has anything to do with whoever Evelyn is. I think this is the goddess's doing. Esme, who is Evelyn?" "She is my egg donor. I refuse to call her my mother," she says, a smile spreading across her face. I look at her confused. "I can talk and, more specifically, I can talk about her. Whatever this place is has either broken the spell she cast on me or is interfering with it," she says.
Esme POV
I don't know what's happening, but I've never been so happy to hear my own voice. I pray that Seraphina is right and what's happening has nothing to do with Evelyn. "I'm not sure how much time we have, Esme. Can you tell me the short version of what happened? Maybe we can figure out why we are here," Fina says. I nod and take a deep br
