Chapter 79 The Baby In The Womb

• *Roxy*
• One year later.
• The sun spills through the windows of the healing cottage, dappled light warming the woven rugs and shelves of herbs. A breeze stirs the drying bundles above the hearth. It carries the scent of lavender, thyme, and sage. I sit on the low stool near the back wall, brushing out my hair with fingers slicked in oil. The strands shimmer faintly, like moonlight caught in motion, as they always do now.