7-Hope POV
They had been in there for so long and my legs were getting tired, but I couldn't stop listening in. Holding the glass cup up to the door as I eavesdropped, I listened intently as my father recalled the visions my mom had almost a decade ago.
"She told me of the interaction she had with a warlock who was posing as Regan. At the time I didn't believe her because she had been under so much stress from the trauma she had just been through, I thought it was just how her mind was processing the information. Now I'm beginning to wonder if that means something..." My dad's voice dropped to a whisper, causing me to strain to try catch what he was saying.
"What was the interaction, Thorne?" I recognized Regan's voice.
"...the warlock came to her looking like you, holding a dark grimo
