'Mom? What happened?'
'Don't listen to her; she's with them!'
The woman who'd shouted was similarly unthreatening in appearance, making me all the more suspicious. There was an easy way to see who was being honest, though.
'Did dad manage to fix that fedora hat of his, he'd been stitching it back up when we left Brockwing Vale.'
The woman narrowed her eyes. 'Your father lost that awful hat, and he can't sew worth a damn.'
I went to hug her, struggling to spot anything that might confirm her identity, but even her voice sounded different. 'How is this possible?'
'They took your father and me when Nightmouth laid siege to Brockwing Vale.'
Don't tell me that!
Melia stepped forward. 'This conversation can wait; we have to work fast if we want to reverse what they did to some of you.'
'They didn't cast any spells on us.' Someone else confirmed.
'It's true, and no spell will cure what has happened to me.'
