Chapter 41
41 –Interested In My Husband
Madeline:
“It’s alright. We’re not going to let her walk out of here. Don’t worry,” Baxter spoke to me while holding Gina in his arms as she threw a tantrum, struggling to break free.
Her eyes were still closed, so we knew she was still in that trance–like state.
“ Where is your son right now?” I asked the woman, who stared at me wide–eyed in shock.
“He’s in the car in the parking lot,” she replied and I frowned.
“Is he not trying to walk away?” I questioned.
The woman grabbed my hand and tried to pull me toward the door, but I couldn’t leave.
I had to stay with Gina.
“Can you please tell us what to do right now so we can help my daughter–I mean, Madeline’s daughter?” Graham blurted, correcting himself quickly before saying anything else.
“If you want them to stop moving, you have to give them wolfsbane every ten minutes. But remember, that much can be dangerous for any child,” the woman said, tears welling in her eyes.
It made sense. She must have been using wolfsbane to suppress the sleep walk somehow.
But she was right, too much of it could be deadly for a child.
“Graham, we need to give Gina wolfsbane. We can’t waste another second after she takes it,” I said anxiously, rubbing my palms together.
“Got it,” Baxter responded, signaling the warrior to bring some wolfsbane.
I couldn’t bring myself to go inside and watch my daughter cry.
Bodhi and Elara were in another room with the warriors, safe for now. It was only Gina who was suffering.
It took them about five minutes to give her the wolfsbane, and the moment they did, I stormed into the room to
check on her.
She was slowly falling asleep on Baxter’s shoulder, and I teared up watching her.
“Okay, I need to go. I have to find the answer before she wakes up again. Every minute counts,” I said hastily, running to my room to grab my bag of supplies.
Graham was already getting ready to come with me.
“Wait, are you going with her?” Baxter asked, still holding Gina in his arms.
“Yeah. Somebody has to go with her,” Graham replied.
The two of them exchanged a long, silent stare before I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor.
“We can’t waste time,” I hissed, glaring at Graham to remind him that if he really wanted to come, he needed to
move now.
“Okay. Take care. I’ll keep an eye on the kids,” Baxter said reluctantly, finally letting us go.
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Graham and I rushed toward the door and met the anxious woman in the hallway.
Her child must have been close to waking up.
We hurried down the stairs, and honestly, I couldn’t even count how many times I cracked my knuckles on the
way.
Once we reached the parking lot, her husband was about to give their son another dose.
“No! Wait!” I screamed, running toward them.
“What’s going on?” the woman asked, panicked.
I opened the car door and carefully lifted the boy into my arms.
Graham stepped in to help calm him as the child squirmed, half–asleep and trying to leave.
“Where are you going, kid?” I asked softly.
“To help the old man,” the boy murmured in his sleep.
His mother gasped. They were not just sleep talking, but were able to respond.
“Can you tell me where it is?” I asked.
“It’s in the mountains. That way. ”
Still in his trance, he pointed toward the dark outline of the mountains behind the woods and began describing the path in surprising detail.
His mother stood frozen, stunned by every word.
As soon as he finished giving us the location, I nodded to his father to give him the wolfsbane.
“You must be wondering why I didn’t ask my daughter. She’s never been to that place, she wouldn’t be able to describe it. But she would follow and that wouldn’t help us,” I explained to the woman.
“It’s okay.“The woman seemed to understand, she nodded without question.
The mountains weren’t far. Graham was already in his car, engine running, ready to speed out of the lot.
I left everyone behind and jumped into the passenger seat.
Another car filled with warriors followed behind us. Their job was to find and stop any other children heading in the same direction.
It was becoming clear that the woman’s son and my daughter weren’t the only ones drawn to the call.
Halfway up the mountain road, we started to see them. Children–wandering, dazed, walking toward the woods.
The warriors jumped from their vehicles to stop them, giving them wolfsbane and carrying them to safety.
We didn’t slow down. That wasn’t our task.
The mission to save the children was in their hands.
Ours was to find the man the one calling to them.
I don’t know what happened to Graham, but while driving, he suddenly started to shift in his seat.
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“Does your husband know?” he asked. “Does he know the children are suffering p>
I snapped my head toward him, confused about why he would bring up my husband when I was so worried about the children.
Maybe he was just trying to distract me, otherwise, I’d probably break my knuckles at this point.
“No,” I muttered. “I told him I was coming here to help the children, the sick children p>
“ So you’re not lying about having a husband?” Graham asked.
As soon as he said that, I looked away, staring out at the road.
“Why would I lie about that?” I hissed, my voice low.
“Well then,” he continued, “does he love you? Does he care for the children? If he does, why did he let you come here all by yourself p>
His questions were sharp, each one harder to swallow than the last.
I knew he wanted to know more about my life outside of this place, but there was nothing I could tell him.
The truth was too complicated.
“He loves me and the children. You don’t need to worry about that,” I said, still not turning to face him.
“Well, if he loved you,” Graham replied. “No matter how busy he is, he should have been here with you p>
Before I could defend my husband, he added quietly, “Just like I came for you p>
My head snapped toward him again. I stared in disbelief, trying to understand what he was insinuating.
First the call, and now this. What was going on with Graham?
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