Mistress Viceraven sat down.
“What?” she asked dismissively.
“I… Look, I know you and I have had our issues. I focused
too much on work, especially when your mother died. I suppose I was locking
away my grief…”
She raised a black eyebrow on her pale skin but said
nothing.
“But all this… I’ve ignored this for too long, assumed this
was a phase, but you’re scaring me, the stuff you’re doing… I just want my
little girl back. Or at least a chance to meet the woman you’ve become.”
After a moment, Mary burst into tears and hugged me.
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