She had to swallow hard around the sudden lump in her throat. Essie knew it wasn't his fault, none of it was his fault and she certainly couldn't blame him for not understanding. Hell, she was an adult, and adult witch, and she barely understood what had happened, but it didn't stop the stabbing pain in her heart, or the tears she had to fight.

"Isaac, you know that was all a... like a dream, right? When we were in that house all together? It wasn't really real." She wanted to hug him, to hold him and rock him back and forth, but she knew that would only make things worse. Right? She totally shouldn't do that. "Your Dad and I, we aren't... that wasn't really us."