41\u2013Interested In My Husband\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s alright. We\u2019re not going to let her walk out of here. Don\u2019t worry,\u201d Baxter spoke to me while holding Gina in his arms as she threw a tantrum, struggling to break free.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes were still closed, so we knew she was still in that trance\u2013like state.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is your son right now?\u201d I asked the woman, who stared at me wide\u2013eyed in shock.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s in the car in the parking lot,\u201d she replied and I frowned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he not trying to walk away?\u201d I questioned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The woman grabbed my hand and tried to pull me toward the door, but I couldn\u2019t leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I had to stay with Gina.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you please tell us what to do right now so we can help my daughter\u2013I mean, Madeline\u2019s daughter?\u201d Graham blurted, correcting himself quickly before saying anything else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you want them to stop moving, you have to give them wolfsbane every ten minutes. But remember, that much can be dangerous for any child,\u201d the woman said, tears welling in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It made sense. She must have been using wolfsbane to suppress the sleep walk somehow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she was right, too much of it could be deadly for a child.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGraham, we need to give Gina wolfsbane. We can\u2019t waste another second after she takes it,\u201d I said anxiously, rubbing my palms together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGot it,\u201d Baxter responded, signaling the warrior to bring some wolfsbane.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t bring myself to go inside and watch my daughter cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bodhi and Elara were in another room with the warriors, safe for now. It was only Gina who was suffering.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It took them about five minutes to give her the wolfsbane, and the moment they did, I stormed into the room to\u00a0<\/p>\n
check on her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was slowly falling asleep on Baxter\u2019s shoulder, and I teared up watching her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I need to go. I have to find the answer before she wakes up again. Every minute counts,\u201d I said hastily, running to my room to grab my bag of supplies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham was already getting ready to come with me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWait, are you going with her?\u201d Baxter asked, still holding Gina in his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. Somebody has to go with her,\u201d Graham replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two of them exchanged a long, silent stare before I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can\u2019t waste time,\u201d I hissed, glaring at Graham to remind him that if he really wanted to come, he needed to\u00a0<\/p>\n
move now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. Take care. I\u2019ll keep an eye on the kids,\u201d Baxter said reluctantly, finally letting us go.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
41\u2013Interested in My Husband\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham and I rushed toward the door and met the anxious woman in the hallway.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her child must have been close to waking up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We hurried down the stairs, and honestly, I couldn\u2019t even count how many times I cracked my knuckles on the\u00a0<\/p>\n
way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once we reached the parking lot, her husband was about to give their son another dose.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! Wait!\u201d I screamed, running toward them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d the woman asked, panicked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened the car door and carefully lifted the boy into my arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Graham stepped in to help calm him as the child squirmed, half\u2013asleep and trying to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you going, kid?\u201d I asked softly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTo help the old man,\u201d the boy murmured in his sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His mother gasped. They were not just sleep talking, but were able to respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you tell me where it is?\u201d I asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s in the mountains. That way.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still in his trance, he pointed toward the dark outline of the mountains behind the woods and began describing the path in surprising detail.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His mother stood frozen, stunned by every word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he finished giving us the location, I nodded to his father to give him the wolfsbane.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be wondering why I didn\u2019t ask my daughter. She\u2019s never been to that place, she wouldn\u2019t be able to describe it. But she would follow and that wouldn\u2019t help us,\u201d I explained to the woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s okay.\u201cThe woman seemed to understand, she nodded without question.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The mountains weren\u2019t far. Graham was already in his car, engine running, ready to speed out of the lot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I left everyone behind and jumped into the passenger seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Another car filled with warriors followed behind us. Their job was to find and stop any other children heading in the same direction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was becoming clear that the woman\u2019s son and my daughter weren\u2019t the only ones drawn to the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Halfway up the mountain road, we started to see them. Children\u2013wandering, dazed, walking toward the woods.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The warriors jumped from their vehicles to stop them, giving them wolfsbane and carrying them to safety.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t slow down. That wasn\u2019t our task.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The mission to save the children was in their hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ours was to find the man the one calling to them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what happened to Graham, but while driving, he suddenly started to shift in his seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
4\u2013interested in My Husband\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes your husband know?\u201d he asked. \u201cDoes he know the children are suffering?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I snapped my head toward him, confused about why he would bring up my husband when I was so worried about the children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe he was just trying to distract me, otherwise, I\u2019d probably break my knuckles at this point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I muttered. \u201cI told him I was coming here to help the children, the sick children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you\u2019re not lying about having a husband?\u201d Graham asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as he said that, I looked away, staring out at the road.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I lie about that?\u201d I hissed, my voice low.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then,\u201d he continued, \u201cdoes he love you? Does he care for the children? If he does, why did he let you come here all by yourself?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His questions were sharp, each one harder to swallow than the last.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knew he wanted to know more about my life outside of this place, but there was nothing I could tell him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The truth was too complicated.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHe loves me and the children. You don\u2019t need to worry about that,\u201d I said, still not turning to face him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, if he loved you,\u201d Graham replied. \u201cNo matter how busy he is, he should have been here with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before I could defend my husband, he added quietly, \u201cJust like I came for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head snapped toward him again. I stared in disbelief, trying to understand what he was insinuating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
First the call, and now this. What was going on with Graham?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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