Norella pov
I sat by the window, staring at the darkening sky. The clouds were heavy and ominous, mirroring the weight in my chest. The fear gnawed at me, its icy fingers gripping my heart, making it impossible to think of anything but Madame Maggie. Every possible scenario of what might have happened to her played out in my mind, each one more terrifying than the last. The worry was a beast, relentless and consuming.
Jane walked in quietly, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor. She sat beside me, her presence a small island of calm in the storm of my thoughts. She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the cold dread within me. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze, “I believe everything will be alright.”
I nodded, b
