Karla's P.O.V
As I sat there in the crowded space of our foyer, I wondered if we could have done things differently. Would the outcome change? If I called a meeting with those witches, would they come to an agreement, one where we both won at the end of the day... but the more I thought about it, the more I wrecked my brain, the outcome would remain the same.
They wouldn't agree to anything, the outcome wouldn't change, either way. Even when we won, we still lost... I hugged my knees to my chest as I rocked myself back and forth. I have long since blocked out the surrounding sound. All I could see was the movement of people as they hovered around my father's almost lifeless form on the floor at my feet.
I was aware of my tears running freely down my face, but I wasn't sure if the shouts
