We lay bundled up on Agatha’s chest. We were watching a movie but that quickly fell apart when I snuggled up or 1 year old in our arms. I had my head on her chest, fast asleep. Agatha’s hand brushing through my hair the other rubbing small circles on our baby’s lower back. She hummed lightly. She looks up for a second finding someone standing in the corner. She stays calm her bright purple magic weaving between her fingers. That’s when she realizes who it was. It was Rio… lady death. “Who?” Agatha says needing to know if it was her son or her wife.