His back was hunched, his head lowered so that his dark hair hid most of his face.
But his fingers were moving, slowly scratching at the wood of the bedframe as if carving a design or symbol.
Even with the distance between them, Lana could feel the evil ghost lurking underneath his skin.
"I will, but can you step outside a moment with me, please?" Lana asked, her eyes never leaving Xander.
"But he..." Mathilda's heart was pounding with distress and fear.
"Please. It's important." Lana emphasized her words in the hopes of highlighting how important it was for her.
Mathilda hesitated for a brief moment before leaving the room.
Once outside, Lana asked softly,
"Miss Mathilda, you never told me about why your son was possessed in the first place? And from when did he start to show such signs of being possessed?"
Mathilda took a deep breath and wiped away the tears with her handkerchief, explaining in a soft voice,
