Something Wicked （Continued）
Though the last few years have turned out differently than I expected, I would be a fool to pretend they have been anything other than perfect.
Watching the girls learn and grow, being there to see my daughters turn into brilliant, kind, thoughtful young women, has been the greatest gift of my life.
I suppose I should have known they would turn out to be Gifted.
I am determined now more than ever to make sure my daughters have more rights than my wife.
I never want them to go through what Grecia had to.
Maybe things would have been different for us if Grecia had always been allowed to embrace her true self.
As it stands now, I find myself avoiding Grecia, though the cost is high.
I still burn for her, ache for her in a way that physically hurts, but so much has happened.
She changed after the girls were taken from her—after Diana told her the babies had died.
And now I find it nearly impossible to be in her company.
Not just because of how she’s changed but because I know I am keeping the greatest secret from her.
Her daughters are alive, but for their own safety, I must keep them from her.
How can I be expected to look my wife in the eye knowing what I know?
—excerpt from the journal of Harold MacVeigh