Chaptet One hundred and Twenty

Third POV

A few weeks had passed since it was officially stated that Harlow had lost the child. It occurred in a matter of seconds, without having any time for a remedy. And for Harlow, it felt as though a part of her was cut off from her being, as though she had lost the most important asset of her existence.

She confided deeply in herself, confining herself in a certain room for days, not uttering a word, and refusing any edible substance to aid her survival.

"It's been weeks, Harlow!" One of the elderly women of the coven said to her. She had stepped into the room, holding in her hand a tray which contained bowels and plates filled with food, whose smelling savour had filled the room

While another would easily rush after what sweetened the nose, she remained on the bed, laying with her hands tied and placed on her chest, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Harlow, you can't keep doing this to yourself" the lady uttered. She dropped the heavy item she held in her hand and walked t