Gideon stopped upon listening to Adeline's advice. "You're right. I should ask Dad upfront." He then let out a heavy sigh and set the phone down onto a coffee table. "Sorry. Let's not return tomorrow. We were supposed to enjoy our time here. Whatever happened in the past shouldn't snatch away the happiness of my present."
"I understand," Adeline replied, her voice soft with empathy. "But you must be dying to know what happened in the past. The witch... she can create illusions. She brought the illusion of my mother to lure you into that water. But why?"
"She never wanted to lure me into that water. It was I who fell in the water," Gideon countered, his tone turning dark and distant. "And what I saw wasn't an illusion. It was her." A strange, deeply troubled frown appeared on his forehead.
"Caelum didn't tell us why the water got cursed?" Adeline remarked, trying to piece together the fragments of what they had been told.
