Little Red Riding Witch
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ike a caged bird. I hate that I am unable to make her feel at ease. There is something about h
on. I think part of me is still wishing she'd come back, even after the divorce papers arr
was that connection that led me to her as she huddled frightened in the night, curled inside her car. I know she must have heard me and I realize that the experience must
e the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. The only good thing that came out of it was our son, Rafael. All the pain and he
cliff for all I could care. I hope she chokes on my o
chuckles in my head. "Sounds lik
shout back at
r of fresh eyes. Her pretty face looks up at me with a gentle, uncertain half-smile as her gray-blue eyes, lik
me staring, I ask "I'm so
ies again. "If you hav
before him. Our family stretches back before colonization, and this forest, this river, h
I couldn't imagine having such a deep
ut your o
orm clouds filling her eyes. "
't know what happened between her and her family, but it m
." Conner pushes. "Can'
y weight pressing down on her petite frame. A girl this beautiful shouldn't walk throug
wheel and my focus on the road when every inch of me wants to hold and comfort her.
, I didn't want to make her cr
I just broke up wi
erything that happened to push her off the edge and onto the road in an unreliable rusted relic. By
as we pull into my driveway. Leaning over, capturing her
it, every s
sists. "She needs someone to take care of
myself, but Conner has always been his own wolf. "
internal dialogue and I feel my cheeks redden. I must loo
t her inside. Guiding her into my kitchen I pull down a mug and place the ke
ounds genuin
orning when I went out for a..." I pause, "...run
, o
nd ask, "Make a cup for m
sh up the stairs
n the rocking chair next to the bed, while Ra
eeping grandfather. "He just fell
warm, and so empathic. He'l
y,
, placing a gentle
et to meet y
ien
es reaching out. At only 5 years old, he is already becoming a p
you mea
he tries to think o
She smell