Rising From The Ashes
Snowball was Emily's stuffed rabbit, now sitting on the edge of the couch, a tiara on his head.
"We'll go back," she said. "But when we do, things will be different."
"Better?"
"Much better," Natalie whispered, kissing her daughter's head.
Emily yawned, her eyelids closing. Natalie sat with her until she slept, then rose to return to the study. There was work to do. Power to reclaim.
***
Later that night, Natalie sat alone by the fire, her expression grim. Evan returned from the city with an envelope.
"What is it?" she asked.
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