A funeral pyre for the collective Purity family was our last act before we fled from our homes to a fresh start in New Hampshire. Frank and Sunny appeared, too late to help, and I could see the pain of that in Frank as he hugged his sister.
Miriam took firm charge, though the coven remained lethargic, installing her mother in a carefully warded room in our new house while I continued to guard over Sydlynn. I left the baby a few times to check in on Ethpeal, using my connection to Miriam to sneak through her shields.
Ethpeal, exhausted and shattered, wove in and out of consciousness for the next several days while Miriam did her best to placate the family, integrate our newest members while putting out emotional fires over the Purity's inclusion in our family. Quite a number of our witche
