#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.

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

Thank you.”

says, her words even fainter now than they were

understanding, committing

was here lifts,

until it’s

asks, staring down at me

see?” I ask, desperate to

plunge into the pond yelling at the sky like a

continues to stare at me I let out a deep

“She showed you more!?”

nod slowly. “She knew I was upset when the vision ended with Jesse in darkness. So, she showed

wants to get mad now but he’s

you,” I say, pointing down at his shoes, “have warm

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,”

baby from Sinclair’s arms when he offers him to me, probably knowing that I’m upset and want to hold the baby close. “If I’m not going to bully a diety

wrapping a warm arm around my shoulders. “Come on. Let’s

good on his promise and comes out of

says, frowning down at me with her baby

on a sigh, “it’s not

my gown, my 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 that we could all get back to the house

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

he’s doing a bit

all right, Cora,” he says, putting a hand

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