By Annelida K SmithVail
Lynn stepped into the room and froze. Katie was staring at the wall again, finger-tracing shapes in the air, lips moving as though muttering—but she was silent. She slowly turned her head to her mother, and Lynn’s stomach churned. She’d heard stories of changelings, the creatures that faeries leave in place of stolen children. Reminding herself that she didn’t believe in such things, Lynn steeled herself and looked into her daughter’s eyes. Katie’s pupils were dilated so wide. Her mouth quirked up, shifted to speak, and Lynn recoiled. When she looked again at her daughter, Lynn’s expression was silent.
