#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.

breathe, my eyes turned up now towards

Thank you.”

her words even fainter now than they were

understanding,

magic was here lifts, and she’s

fades until it’s

just happened?” Sinclair asks, staring down at me

see?” I

shaking his head at me. “See you plunge into the

I explain, and when he continues to stare at me I let out a deep breath. “Okay.

“She showed you more!?”

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

now but he’s a little too scared of her for blasphemy. “Well, that hardly seems fair,” he murmurs. ” Why do you get

say, pointing down at his shoes,

in his blanket. The baby’s face is peaceful now, his eyes starting to

to me, probably knowing that I’m upset and want to hold the baby close. “If I’m not going to

Sinclair sighs, wrapping a warm arm around my shoulders. “Come on.

out of Cora and Roger’s closet, tossing a pair of

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

I say on a sigh, “it’s

ruined shoes, and Sinclair’s pale face when we came out of the forest and went totally still. We tried to put on a good show, ensuring the group of all the wonderful things we saw which is true! – but Cora didn’t say much at all, ushering everyone into the waiting vans so

so Jesse’s celebration could continue, but I could tell:

just as worried, though he’s doing

he says,

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