#Chapter 216: The Witch of the Woods

Olivia The weight of Ryan’s letter settled heavily between Nathan and me. The looming threat of losing Elliot clenched at my heart, and I could see the tension reflected in Nathan's eyes as well. The room was thick with a tension I wished we could banish, but reality was unyielding. After a few moments of heart-pounding silence, an idea sparked in my mind. Untimely, yes, but perhaps our only hope. “The witch,” I murmured, meeting Nathan’s gaze. “We should consult her. Tonight.” He immediately frowned, a mix of concern and doubt shadowing his features. “Tonight?” he asked. “You really want to do this now?” I nodded slowly, my heart pounding with anticipation. “It’s the only way,” I said. “Ryan has given us three days… three days to hand over our son, or else we’ll face war. But the witch can help us. She helped us with Alvin’s hand, and I think she’ll help us now. It can’t wait any longer.” Nathan was silent for a moment, pondering. Finally, with a firm nod