#Chapter 217: The Dark Images

Edrick

I hated to leave Moana behind, but I missed too much at work while she was in the hospital. Now that she was safely at home, I only needed to go to the office for a couple of hours to deal with some meetings.

Unfortunately, those couple of hours quickly turned into a full day of work. By the time I headed home, it was already starting to get dark out. All I could think about was getting home to Moana and my daughter and spending the rest of the evening with them.

However, when I got home things seemed incredibly… off.

The penthouse was dark and quiet when I arrived. It wasn’t that late, which was a bit confusing. But as I started to make my way through the penthouse and found Selina sitting in the kitchen by herself with only a lamp illuminating the room, I quickly realized why everything felt so strange.

Selina was sitting with her back turned to the kitchen door, but I could tell instantly from the way that her shoulders were shaking that she was crying silently. She stopped when she heard me coming, but I knew that she was crying. No matter how quickly she tried to wipe away her tears and smile, it was too obvious.

wiping her hands on her

and yet since she met Moana that seemed to change. It seemed as though she was beginning to see Moana as something

suddenly, unable

face as she clicked on the burner on the stove and spread butter on some bread to start making a grilled cheese. “What are you talking about?” she said. It was

me what it is, Selina,” I

paused, then sighed. She set the bread down in the pan, then put a few slices of cheese on top before wiping her hands on her apron once more. I watched as she nervously withdrew a folded piece of paper

she said, shakily handing me the paper. I took it with a furrowed brow and unfolded it. My eyes widened as I saw the contents of the page. It was a drawing made with dark, heavy strokes that depicted a strange knife with a slightly curved blade and a wolf’s head on the handle. It looked oddly familiar to me for some strange reason,

she was surrounded by dozens of similar pictures. I found her like that, and I believe

I looked up at the old housekeeper with my eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to

a while where they can keep a close eye on her and take better care of her than we can

mother of my child away to a psychiatric facility?” I said, standing suddenly as I gripped the paper tightly in my hand. “I won’t do that. I

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