The sincerity in the childrenâs words brought me to the brink of tears.
Warmth enveloped me.
Perhaps it was true what my mother said.
Perhaps my life would not be an easy one.
However, I believed that whatever I faced would be worth it for my two beautiful children and a husband who loved me dearly.
Caleb chose that moment to emerge from the kitchen with a plate in his hand.
He smiled when he saw me awake.
Softly, he said, âHoney, could you take the children to go wash their hands? Dinner is ready.
â
Caleb, who had always appeared cold and reserved, now had on an apron and was cooking for me.
I couldnât help but smile at this.
After dinner, I had some free time, which was a rare occurrence.
I spent the time playing with the children as we explored the villa together.
It was late when I decided to bring our fun time to an end.
âItâs time to go to bed.
You both have school tomorrow.
Youâll be tired tomorrow if you stay up too late.
â
âOkay, Mommy.
â
The children returned to their room to sleep reluctantly.
Debraâs POV:
After lulling the children into dreamland, Caleb and I retreated to our room.
Nestled in the embrace of the plush bed, we shared a moment, our hearts harmonizing in the silence of the night, a tranquil symphony of two souls intertwined.
Perhaps it was the nap I stole earlier that kept my energy Levels soaring, banishing any hint of drowsiness from my being.
Spying my newfound vigor, Caleb couldnât suppress a chuckle.
His Lips grazed my forehead tenderly before he inquired, âNot feeling sleepy, are you?â
My head moved in a gentle denial against the pillow.
Calebâs sigh resonated with a mix of amusement and concern as he coaxed me, âDarling, promise me you wonât push yourself too hard next time.
Your well-being means the world to me.
As crucial as Galeâs situation may be, your health takes precedence.
â
His genuine worry melted any resistance I might have had, and I acquiesced with a nod.
âAlright, I hear you.
â
The silence between us stretched, comfortable and familiar, until I couldnât contain the revelations of the day any longer.
âCaleb, I stumbled upon some intriguing leads regarding Gale.
And it has something to do with the Thorn Edge Pack.
â
âIntriguing,â Caleb responded, his interest piqued.
âWhat have you unearthed?â
âMy mother once helped a witch named Camilla.
She helped my mother flee the clutches of the Silver Ridge Pack.
My father apprehended her, condemning her to captivity.
Until this very day.
Camilla divulged that Wilma, who collaborated with Rick before betraying him, was a supreme witch.
And Gale reminded Camilla of Wilmaâ-a testament to her potential as another supreme witch.
â
âAre they both supreme witches?â Calebâs eyebrows shot up in surprise.
âYes,â I replied solemnly.
âMy earlier suspicion seems almost certain now.
Gale is tied to Wilma.
Chances are, Gale is her descendant.
â
As I thought about this, a tinge of sadness crept over me.
If my conjecture was correct, then the feud between Rick and Wilma paled in comparison.
The grudge had been passed down through generations, and it seemed Gale was poised to reignite that ancient conflict.