Savia

Whilst I was making my supper last night I was interrupted by a repetitive, rapid knocking at my door.  I answered to see a young woman standing there, she was obviously distraught and was carrying an infant swaddled in a shawl, he was crying, his face ruddy and tear stained.  I ushered them into my spare room which I have now prepared as a treatment room for my growing healing practice.  Immediately she stepped into my home I felt that same chill, a presence ever growing and with bad intent.   I felt on edge, could I catch this...