Delaney

"Reunion is over," the dark witch stated, but I couldn't let go of my mom, and neither could she. Fourteen good years of thinking she was dead, of missing her, of staring at her picture. Now she was right there with me, holding me, giving me the embrace I had fantasised about, yearned for.

Suddenly four men stepped into the circle and yanked us apart. Despite our trials to get away from their hold, they held us in place, their arms tightening around us unforgivingly, stopping us from thrashing. Then the dark witch stepped in, a knife in her hand, behind her Carter. She didn't say anything as my...