Something Wicked

Continued, Something Wicked

Harold knows more than he is telling me. I can feel the change in him. I can feel the change in myself. I no longer ache for him, long for him like I used to. It’s like somehow our Bond has been broken, though I didn’t know such a thing was even possible.

I don’t miss the babies—three girls, if Diana is to be trusted—but I miss what they could be. What we could have been together.

I will find a way to replace them.

—excerpt from the journal of Grecia MacVeigh