Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
He looked around the circle and then at our daughter and finally at the headstone where Kit’s name was engraved.
“We brought someone to meet you,” Rye said. “We’ve told her all about her aunt, how very much she was loved, how very special you are to all of us.”
He paused, reaching down to draw back the afghan a bit. It was the afghan Kit had been working on but hadn’t had a chance to finish. I’d spent many an hour, crochet hook in hand, not caring that I often had to rip out my stitches and redo them. Every moment I spent in the parlor, with the afghan in my lap, I’d felt close to Kit. It was as if she’d known there would be a baby born one day, a little girl who’d be wrapped in the soft yarn in various shades of pink.
The baby cooed again, and I imagined she was thanking her aunt for the gift. Rye smiled and held his daughter in one arm and reached out to lay his other hand on the stone. “Kit, we wanted you to meet your niece, your namesake. Our daughter, Kit Guinevere Barrett.”
I wasn’t a witch; I had no powers other than the power of love. And that was the most powerful thing of all. Love for their little sister had brought these men back to Barrett’s Mountain to build a new life. Love for me had allowed them to begin to heal, to accept they were not the bad men they’d seen themselves as for so many years. Love for their daughter had taught them that though we’d always miss those we lost, life went on. And, my love for them had changed me in so many ways, had filled my heart. But that love had filled my soul the moment I’d decided to be locked on their mountain forever.
The End