Bec’s P.O.V.
Milo nodded at me, before he reached out his hand and held it above my father’s head, who looked as if he was sleeping on the sofa. Why Milo was now reaching out his hand, instead of holding it like he had done with Daisy just a couple of minutes ago, was beyond me. But I didn’t dare to question him. He was a wizard, and if he was able to give me my father back, he could do it in any way that he wanted.
Once again, the white light appeared from Milo’s hand. But when I had been scared, seeing it with Daisy, this time it fascinated me in a way. I wanted to see it as good as I possibly could. I wanted to know what he was doing at that moment, and what it was doing to my dad. I was at least happy to see, that in contrast to Daisy, who had screamed bloody murder, my father remai
