Chapter 16 Connection

• Hours passed, each minute stretching into an eternity. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Memories of my grandmother flooded me—her gentle smile, the warmth of her embrace, her unwavering strength. She was my anchor, my guide. The thought of her suffering, alone in the witch world, was unbearable.
• The door creaked open, and Elara stepped in, her face a mask of concern. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with empathy.
• "Weak," I admitted, the truth heavy on my tongue. "But I need to do something, anything, to help my grandmother."