LI

Rosalie

It had been a morning of revelations, that is for sure.

I found myself still reeling from the news that I had been wrong the whole time over who Ali’s ancestor had been.

I assumed that Margaret’s daughter, Helena had continued that branch of the family. But it would seem that was wrong.

Perhaps she did have children. But they were not the Walkers that had settled in Wyoming. That was in fact my own daughter. The very daughter that I was trying to save. The irony was enough to make anyone laugh. But I couldn’t bring myself to find joy in the titbit of information.

I guess I should be grateful. At least I now knew for certain that Ada was safe in her own time, with her father and siblings. And that one day she would find her way to continue one of the most powerful covens in the world. I should be proud. I should weep with joy that my baby was going to be fine. Alison was the living proof of that.

But instead, I found myself feeling decidedly empty.

I shouldn’t know any of this