“I love you, Circe. We’re in this together. I promise.”
“Good, because I think I’m going to need you in the days to come.”
“What’s wrong, Circe?”
“I’m not sure. I won’t know until I read the journals my mothers wrote during their time in the dead woods with Gothel.”
Snow White wanted nothing more than to see her cousin happy. But she knew in her soul that if Circe let her sisters out of the dreamscape, she would never have peace. She would never have happiness.
“Are you going to let your mothers use the mirrors now that the story is over?”
“No. Let them sit in darkness. Let them wonder. I’m done with them.”
THE END