Chapter 350

They were sitting down on the sofas.

Silence reigned in the room.

On the floor, beside the door that led to the passageway, was Tyler. He was asleep.

Lucille, alone on the smallest couch, still could not get out of her head how simple the woman had made it look.

Immediately after giving her consent, the woman squatted to Tyler’s level, and for some reason she knew had been her doing, her stepfather was not able to move or talk, not even when the woman placed her palms at each side of his head, her fingers (the index especially) deep-seated on them.

She had watched her mutter some intangible words for five minutes at most before standing up.

Tyler had fallen by the side and had been asleep ever since.

The woman had also assured them he would wake up, not knowing who he was.

She would have had a hard time believing it but for the gun incident. The woman was not normal. She thought. A witch, perhaps.

“Thank you.” Maryanne croaked ou