Author's POV:
"My son is dead. My son is dead," she was crying on the call.
"Calm down. He's not dead," the woman said.
"But he's getting cold," Darcy yelled in tears. She had to blink her eyes nonstop in order to get rid of the tears.
"Bring him to me, right now. I'm right close to your home," the gray woman said, instructing her to leave everything behind and bring Norman to her.
Darcy did as the woman told her. She carried her son and rushed out of the mansion, leaving behind her passed-out husband and her crying children.
Once she had taken only a few steps into the woods, the woman came to her. She took Norman out of her hands and forcefully made him stand, shaking his body. Norman started to open his eyes, but it was almost like his soul was leaving his body.
"What I'm going to tell you will be hard for you, but you must do it," she said to Darcy.
And Darcy, the way she was nodding her head, was in itself a gesture that she was ready to do whatever it takes.
