~{DEBORAH'S POV}~
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Something or someone touched my face and I frowned because of how light and soft it was.
When I opened my eyes I was stunned to see the adorable baby I had rescued several times. It was smiling at me and to this point I didn't know what gender it was.
"Hello there," I warmly said and struggled to a sitting position but groaned at the pain I felt.
Nonetheless, as I sat upright on the bed, I pulled the baby to myself and embraced it while closing my eyes at the way it held the sides of my face with its tiny hands.
"Oh my. Now I can understand why my father loves children." I muttered to myself and enjoyed the feel of its hands on me.
Yet my joy was short-lived when I heard a loud turbulence outside.
"Burn the witch!"
"Burn the witch!!"
"Burn the witch!!"
They shouted and before I knew what was happening, the house I was in suddenly went up in flames and I quickly looked for an outlet as quickly as possible.
