Sixteen

GIDEON

NO one is hurt.

There are a few barns that need mending and a few roofs a little battered. A tree did fall but away from the highway.

No fatalities to humans and animals.

I am grateful not just because of the fact, but also because it means I can go back to the mansion as quickly.

I’m feeling feverish,

I’m feeling emotionally unstable.

I feel fine as I drive back home.

When I arrive, she is still downstairs, sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace but she has magicked it back to its original spot.

But she isn’t smiling.

“Is everything okay?” she asks worriedly.

“No one is hurt, minimal damage on properties that can be repaired quickly in the morning.”

She looks relieved. “That’s good.”

“Is there a problem? You look very serious when I got in,” I ask.

She pats the spot beside her. “Yes, unfortunately. My mom called and so I have something new to tell you.”

I sit down. “Something to worry about?” I ask.

“Before I say anything, I just wanna make sure you are really on the s