#Chapter 487- Mothers and Fathers

Ella

“Ella, you can’t just demand

But I glare at Sinclair, slicing my hand through the air and shaking my head as I realize that he can’t hear what I’m hearing.

And the first thing that comes to my ears…

Is a laugh.

“All right, little daughter,” a soft voice says, and I instantly recognize it as my mother. “I stopped there for a reason, but if you get out of my pool, I’ll give you one more.”

I narrow my eyes at the moon but do as the Goddess bids, stepping out of the pool.

“I ended there because I do not know the outcome,” she says, her voice sorrowful. “His mission will be…his own. But, I do know this…”

And I reach out and put a hand on Sinclair’s arm, very tense. I gasp a little as a new vision forms very fleeting, very brief –

But in it, Jesse is an old, old man wrinkles crinkle around his eyes as he smiles down at a child in his arms

His grandchild, or maybe his great- grandchild or maybe not a child of his blood at all, but certainly one he loves very, very much –

It’s gone as soon as it comes, but it’s enough.

Jesse – he lives. And it’s enough.

up now towards the sky, the tension falling from my shoulders.

Thank you.”

says, her words even fainter now than they were before.

I nod, understanding, committing to

magic was here

the pool fades until it’s just…a

asks, staring down

I ask, desperate to

his head at me. “See you plunge into the pond yelling at the sky

at me I let out a

“She showed you more!?”

when the vision ended with Jesse in darkness. So, she showed

glances up at the moon, as if he wants to get mad now but he’s a little too scared of her for blasphemy.

I say, pointing down at his shoes,

me almost despite himself, shaking his head as he wraps Jesse up tightly in his blanket. The baby’s face is peaceful now, his eyes starting to drift shut. “Leave it to you, trouble,” he

offers him to me, probably knowing that I’m upset and want to hold the baby close. “If I’m

you,” Sinclair sighs, wrapping a warm arm around

good on his promise and comes out of Cora and Roger’s closet, tossing a pair of fluffy socks onto my

Ella,” Cora says, frowning down at me with her

on a sigh, “it’s

put on a good show, ensuring the group of all the wonderful things we saw which is true!

that everyone was happily settled in the house with food and drink so Jesse’s celebration could continue, but I could tell: the entire time, she just wanted to get us alone so that she could get the full

is just as worried, though he’s doing a bit better playing it

he says, putting a hand on

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