The static on the big television screen buzzed one last time. Then, like wiping a foggy mirror clean, the picture became crystal clear.
Roxy's heart leaped directly into her throat. She actually forgot how to breathe. She squeezed her hands together so hard her knuckles turned white.
There they were. All of them.
They were sitting on the familiar, cozy couches inside the old Iron-Wood Manor. The fireplace was burning brightly behind them, making the large room look warm and safe against the cold night.
All nine of her beautiful children were staring right back at the camera. They looked completely shocked. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths were hanging open. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They were looking right into the human world, seeing the mother they thought they had lost forever.
Right in the front, sitting on the thick, furry rug, was little Fedor.
