#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 apron. “Sit down. I’ll

she met Moana that seemed to change. It seemed as though she was beginning to see Moana as something like her own daughter, and it

suddenly, unable to contain my

to start making a grilled cheese. “What are you talking about?” she said. It was clear that she was hiding something, judging by

what it is, Selina,” I

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

knife with a slightly curved blade and a wolf’s head on the handle. It looked oddly familiar to me for some strange reason, but the pressure of the lines and the way that the drawing seemed so chaotic indicated that it was not drawn while Moana was in a normal mental state. What especially gave that away was the fact that it was drawn over the picture that Moana drew of Ella and I on the ferris wheel. I knew that she would

then when she came to she was surrounded by dozens of similar pictures. I found her like that, and I believe her… But I think she needs help, Edrick. Serious help. Help that we might not be able to provide for

old housekeeper with my eyes narrowed. “What

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

that I send the mother of my child away to a psychiatric facility?” I said, standing suddenly as I gripped the paper tightly in my hand.

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