"If the question is when your mother will wake up, you can go."

The witch spoke with astonishment.

Eve blushed slightly, "How do you know our names? The name wasn't registered at the time of the appointment. How do you know about my mother? You mean, she won't wake up?"

The witch laughed lightly and did not answer.

"The one who has asked for help is me."

Aysa took a few steps forward and looked through the beaded curtain at the person inside. The witch looked to be no more than in her thirties, with a head of reddish-brown, mid-parted curly hair that covered almost half of her face.

"Sit."...