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restless spirit. But today, it offered no solace. My mind kept drifting, replaying Amelia's furious fac

agmented. The energy around you is disturbed." He gestured towards my phone, which I had been clut

y for Amelia's replies. But there were none. My last message, a curt notification of her discharge and my "blessing"

urmured, bowing my head.

is rarely easy, my son. The universe tests us. You

e looked tired, but radiant. She was the one. The destined one. The mother of my heirs. So why did I feel t

oice soft, concerned. "Are you

my gut. "Just contemplating the guru's wisdom, my dear

Chyna. Amelia was a problem, a source of negative energy, now thankfully removed through a necessary (though perhaps over

er. Chyna looked flustered, trying to hush him, but his cries only grew louder. She look

cries slowly subsided. I looked down at his face, so innocent, so small. He was a Hodge, my son. Yet, a strange thought, unbidden and unw

thought. What was I thinking? Th

e said... she said she might take some of your personal belongings. Precious things. Out of spite, I suppose. I only just reme

't truly leave. Not Amelia. She was grateful, dependent. She loved me. She was simply lashing out because she couldn't accept

l come back." I immediately called my estate manager. "Do not allow Amelia into the house

rgive her, gently guide her back to her place, and perhaps, eventually, she could even be allowed t

ring prayers, seeking blessings. I even asked the guru to consecrate a special charm, a small, intricate locket, for Amelia. A token of forgiveness, a silent invitation to return. I i

s fading. I was even prepared to overlook her violent outburst. After all, the

ned my phone, expecting a flurry of desperate messages, perhaps even a tearful voicemail.

plicable dread seizing me. This