I didn't really have anywhere else to go and despite the fact I wasn't a part of the coven any longer, I returned to Wilding Springs with the rest of the Demoniconian visitors, arms hugging myself when I stepped through to the dim basement I knew so well, Henry's transformation shifting him back to a crow and making him squawk.
While something about him shifted.
I started at the odd feeling of him, but didn't get to investigate in that moment, not when Mom sighed into the quiet air, surrounded by boxes of forgotten or rarely used items that had likely followed the family for years before my mother's antics relegated us here, to this place, for the rest of the coven's existence.