My baby coos in vague agreement. She isn’t a fan of perceiving the world in normal circumstances, so I can only imagine what this is doing to her. Probably putting her off social gatherings forever. I can hardly blame her.
“Sorry.” I press my lips against her wonderful little forehead. “I had to try. I thought…”
Thought what? a part of me mocks. That they’d welcome you back with open arms? That they’d finally treat you as one of their own? That they’d treat your kid as one of their own?
Yes. As ridiculous as that sounds… yes, I did think that. Just for a second, but I did. I hoped that maybe, now that the girls were grown, they’d have developed some personality traits other than mockery and spite. That maybe they’d finally be able to see me for who I am, not for the person their witch o
