âNo! Dylan!â
My heart froze as I saw Dylanâs body being viciously propelled off the rooftop.
My thoughts scattered like leaves.
I dashed towards him, driven by an overwhelming desperation to rescue him.
At that very moment, an inexplicable surge of energy coursed through me, causing time to warp and everything around me to decelerate dramatically.
A surreal stillness enveloped my surroundings.
Deniseâs contorted expression became frozen in time, Calebâs frantic run halted mid- stride, and the nurseâs papers hung suspended in mid-air.
As time slowed, the motions of people and objects unraveled in a languid, crystal-clear manner.
Could this newfound ability be my witch power?
I couldnât help but be taken aback by the revelation.
The witch possessed incredible power, capable of influencing people, objects, and even mending wounds while manipulating the flow of time.
I felt fortunate that I remained unaffected by this formidable force, allowing me to walk normally.
It was a relief! Dylanâs life could be spared.
Without a second thought, I sprinted to the rooftopâs edge.
As if by magic, just before Dylan could plummet, his body defied gravity, hanging suspended in mid-air, and his once-bleeding arm and neck miraculously ceased their flow.
My fingers found Dylanâs hand with ease.
The moment I grasped him, the power that hung in the air dissipated like a punctured balloon, and time resumed its regular pace.
âDylan!â
Caleb reacted swiftly, his excitement evident as he rushed to grasp Dylanâs other hand.
Caleb and I joined forces, pulling Dylan up from the edge.
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âMommy !â
Once he was safe, Dylan burst into tears and flung himself into my waiting embrace.
He cried out in pure joy, âMommy, Iâve missed you so much!â
My fingers brushed his soft hair, and my heart melted.
âDonât worry, sweetheart.
Mommyâs right here.
â
Denise was poised to retaliate, but the guard swiftly handcuffed her.
Before departing, she cast a resentful and fearful glance in my direction.
âDebra, youâll be back.
Iâll be waiting,â she said, her voice laced with meaning.