Chapter 374

My mom ushered us all inside and we sat down in the living room. She went

around and asked about drinks, then she looked at me. “Hey sweetheart? Why

don’t you give everyone a tour? I’m sure Abby will love to see your

bedroom. You have that small closet full of all your old teddy bears.” She

smiled. “I just have a few things to finish up in the kitchen and by the time

you come down, dinner will be ready.” With that, she was gone behind the wall

and I turned.

“Tour it is.” I brought them around the bottom floor, but I could tell Abby

was being impatient.

“Amy?” Her soft voice had me turning.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I crouched as she came up to me.

“Your house is really nice…”

“But?” I winked at her.

“Can we go see your room?” She sounded a little hopeful.

“Of course.” I looked up at Rick. “It’s upstairs.” My eyes flicked to

Abby, and he nodded.

“Come here, baby.” He swooped down and picked her up. “Stairs are still a

little hard for us, aren’t they, baby?”

Abby nodded. “I get tired.”

“Me too.” I winked again, and we turned to head upstairs. I pointed out a few

other rooms, and then we came to my door. “Here we are.”

I opened my door and Abby ran in. I laughed as she spun around. “This is just

your bedroom?” She ran to the bathroom and spun again. “Wow.” I ushered

everyone in and closed the door. I walked to a small closet I had next to my

bed and swung it open. Abby screamed as she saw all the stuffed animals I had.

I kept everything from when I was a child. My dad used to give them to me

every time I left until I turned sixteen and asked him to stop. “Oh my

goddess.” She ran and started playing.

I chuckled and then nodded to the other side of my room, where the other

bigger closet lay. “While she is occupied, we can speak freely here.”

Shelly turned to me. “Rick hasn’t told me anything. He won’t, not in our

home, because of Vince , but something is going on and I want to know

what.”

I nodded. “I’m getting you out.” I cut right to the chase. “And I know you’re

going to bring up the fact you can’t leave because Abby is suffering from the

Withering, but she’s not.” I whispered, hopefully low enough that Abby

couldn’t hear.

Shelly reared back. “What are you talking about?” She looked at Rick. “Is she

insane?”

He rubbed his face. “Babe, listen. We went to lunch, getting Alannah and

Ternen away from Brandon because Amy stood up for Tern, and Brandon

decided to beat and fire him instead. When we went to lunch, I told her about

Abby. Just basics, why we were here, why I was helping Vince.”

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain what she just said.” She tossed out.

“I know, I know.” He pulled out the napkin. “Amy has never seen Abby before

today. Ternen has never even talked about Abby.”

“I swear, neither of us have. We thought you deserved your privacy.” Alannah

slid in.

Shelly looked around. “Okay, she hasn’t ever seen Abby. What does this have to

do with what we are talking about? Our daughter is sick, and she just said she

wasn’t Rick.”

“That’s because she’s not.” I quickly glanced over at Abby. “Do you know

anything about witchcraft?”

Shelly looked confused and lost. “What in the goddess are you talking about?”

Rick handed her the napkin. “I told her about the Withering. But Amy asked how

old Abby was. She said she was too old for the Withering to affect her. But

there was a spell. A spell that branded the affected wolf with a mark. That is

the mark she gave me.” Rick pointed to the napkin Shelly had crumpled in her

hand.

“This is a fucking napkin, Rick. What does this have to do with our child?”

Shelly got louder, but Rick grabbed her face and kissed her.

“Babe, I love you, and when you get protective of our cub. But look at the

napkin and you will understand.” He lifted her hand that held the crumpled

napkin.

Shelly shook her head but unclenched her hand and smoothed out the napkin. She

gasped and her eyes shot up to mine. “Have you ever seen our daughter?”

“No.” I met her eyes.

“Have you seen any of the children in her class?”

Again, I answered honestly. “No.”

She sagged for a moment. “Please.” Her voice wavered. “Please don’t pretend

that you can help us unless you actually can. I don’t have it in me to go

through all of this, only to be let down once again.”

“What do you mean?” I tilted my head.

“She means she can’t listen to another person say they might be able to save

me, only to be told I have less than a year to live.”