Healing Vance and The Hostile Mother

POV: MAEVE

Right there, in the center of the massive, dimly lit bedroom, was a young boy. He looked to be exactly the little girl's age, and he was thrashing violently on the large mattress. It wasn't just a simple chill or a feverish shiver. He was convulsing, shaking profusely as his small body was gripped by sheer, uncontrolled agony. He looked like someone trapped in absolute hell. Thick bead