Sometimes, my hands would move on their own accord before I even recognized the necessity.
âYou could be correct.
Maybe the dream holds some truth.
â
As I cuddled the precious child close, I felt hopeful.
If my dream was even partly true, then the recovery of my memories couldnât be too far away.
Debraâs POV:
In the days afterward, Andrew didnât drop by again.
I enjoyed the quiet, staying inside and looking after Abby, only stepping out onto the balcony now and then to soak up the sun.
By the seventh day, Ivy had enough.
âHoney, if we keep staying inside Like this, Iâll go crazy! Why not explore Andrewâs place? Itâs beautiful out there.
â
I tried to explain, âIvy, weâre new here, and my half-blood witch background might cause problems for Andrew.
Itâs better to play it safe and stay in, taking care of Abby, right?â
âThatâs not fun at all!â Ivyâs tone grew more urgent.
âHoney, youâve been tending to Abby for days now.
You know her schedule; she naps mostly during the day and gets restless at night.
We donât need to hover over her constantly.
â
She suggested, âIf youâre concerned, we can ask a maid to keep an eye on her for a bit.
We can sneak out for a breather without venturing too far.
Just a stroll around Andrewâs property wonât stir up any trouble.
Otherwise, Iâll go stir-crazy being cooped up indoors any longer.
â
Feeling the pressure from Ivy, I caved in.
âOkay, letâs take a quick walk.
â
After letting a maid know, I changed into something casual and wandered alone around Andrewâs big property.
The place seemed even bigger up close than it had been during the ride, especially the garden, which I hadnât seen before.
As I strolled among the flowers, their scent lifted my spirits.
Ivy grinned.
âSee? I told you a walk would be good.
We canât stay indoors all the time.
This place is too beautiful to miss out on.
â
I nodded, seeing her point.
âYeah, Iâll try to get out more often.
â
While I was checking out some flowers up close, a loud voice suddenly interrupted the peacefulness.
âWhereâs Andrew? I need to see him!â
It was Shirley.
She was dressed like a princess, talking to the butler with an annoyed expression.
Ivy sighed.
âUgh, not her again, ruining our nice moment.
â
I opted for silence, planning to escape quietly.
My last encounter with Shirley had been tense, and I wasnât keen on stirring up more trouble, especially given her obvious bad mood.
I was not scared of her, but Iâd rather not argue.
It was just not worth the hassle.
But as I tried to slip away unnoticed, Shirley caught sight of me and exploded in anger.
âHey, what are you doing here? A mixed-blood witch like you shouldnât be around!â