New Opportunities

[Evander]

I’m not sure what Rosalynd is going to think when she sees this.

I hope she takes it well. It’s been two months since our daughters were born and sometimes her emotions overtake her.

“My Love,” I call out as I cross the threshold of our home in the woods. Today is Rosalynd’s day with me, and I can’t wait to come back to her from my dealings with the new council, even if I have some difficult news to share.

My “surprise” is hidden in the satchel lying across my chest. She’s become such an intuitive witch since the babies were born that it is almost impossible to keep anything from her. She’ll likely sense the contents or see a vision or some other trick of the universe that will reveal everything before I open my mouth to tell her.

Sometimes I wonder why any of us boys even bother to try.

“Back here!” She responds from the kitchen, her voice strained with effort as if trying to lift something heavy.

The kitchen is the last room I’d expect to find her in and prob