AN~ I just edited and got rid of the useless AN that was here before.
elliegoat: 1) No idea. Prefferably more so than earlier. 2) I don't. You might get Bella, though. I love Bella...
Henry glared at his mother fiercely. "Why didn't you tell me this?" He hissed.
"I wanted Sabrina to tell you about it yourself." Granny shrugged.
"And more importantly," Henry continued, "How could you let this happen?"
"Henry!" Veronica cried. "Your mother has taken excellent care of the girls, and Sabrina told me exactly what happened. There was nothing Relda could have done to stop it!"
"She told you everything?" Henry asked.
"Not everything, but the story of how it must have started, and I know for a fact that the effects would not have become apparent until it was too late!"
"I knew something like this would happen if we stayed too long!" Henry shouted.
"It happened before you even woke up." Jake pointed out.
"That's it!" Henry shouted. "We're leaving!"
"That's not going to work so well, dear." Granny said.
"Why?" Henry asked.
"For one thing, Daphne doesn't want to leave. I don't think Sabrina does anymore, either. And even if she did, she wouldn't be able to." Granny pointed out. "She's and everafter. She can't pass the barrier."
Henry realized this, glared fiercely at his mother, and sighed. "I give in. For now. But if anyone gets hurt, I'm getting us out of here, no matter what."
"You can try, Henry, but don't forget that I have legal custody over the girls. According to the government, you're still missing. if you want to try and sort that out, you'll have to do that before you can leave." Granny said, attempting to be calm.
Henry just glared at Granny and stormed out of the kitchen. Veronica sent a desperate look at her mother-in-law and followed him, mouthing, 'I'll see what I can do.'
Jake looked at his mother and sighed. "Well, that went well."
"Yes." Granny agreed. "Much better than I was hoping. I bought us some more time, at least."
"Do you ever think he'll decide to stay?" Jake asked.
"Maybe." Granny said thoughtfully. "My best bet, though, is to get us through until Sabrina at least is 16."
"Sixteen?"
"She can decide where she wants to live, then."
"Mom, that's three years."
"Well, we'd better make a lot of wishes."