I heard muted voices and sounds, but I paid them little heed. My thoughts were more focused on the infuriating mind struggle between me and the spirit.
We both knew she was winning the battle. She wriggled her way through the crevices of my mind. There was nothing I could do. I looked at Rayah and mouthed, I'm sorry, before she took control of me and we both vanished.
Ella yawns from in my arms and glances around before crawling to Jackie and slobbering on her shirt. Making raspberry lips, she crawls atop her stomach and sits there.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!