Dalia and Emily were standing on both sides of Hannah’s bed. I was standing at her feet, looking at her as she was lying there, still as ever. She looked like an absolute angel, with her white hospital gown and her blonde hair lying around her perfect face. My mom came to take Sienna out of the room. She had her doubts about those women. Quite frankly, I couldn’t really blame her, since we knew nothing about them and normally, they wouldn’t just reach out to help anybody. But at this point, it was this, or losing Hannah, which I was not ready for. Nor would I ever be.
They placed their hands above Hannah, as Dalia started singing in an ancient language, which I didn’t understand a single word. I looked in awe as a bright white light started shining out of their hands, onto my mate. Both
