Going downstairs, I make some toast. Tobias and Theo watch me, and I can feel their worry through the bond. I keep seeing them glance in my direction every few seconds. When I hear a knock at the door, I run to the door and open it, excited to see my son. Only when I open the door, it is Josiah. I peer outside toward his car.
“Where is Caroline and Thaddeus?” I ask, a little disappointed.
“They will come after we go and see the council. You okay Imogen? You seem different?” He asks.
I move to the side, letting him in. “Yep, everything is fine,” I tell him, getting sick of everyone worrying.
I feel normal, more normal than I have in ages. It’s a good thing, so I don’t understand why everyone is so worried. Walking back into the kitchen, I sit at the counter and continue eating my toas
