"I didn't do anything wrong," Wanda said quickly, a hint of desperation in her voice. She didn't want him to think she had done something horrible to bring about the conception of her sons. It was bad enough she would have to admit her mental breakdown after their deaths; she didn't want him to think she was mental to begin with because she wasn't.
"My boys... they were the result of my abilities and magic. I desperately wanted children, but I couldn't, not with my husband. One day, there was this surge of magic that bombarded me and... I guess it caused my powers to give me what I wanted."
She glanced at Tom, then dropped her gaze before he could meet hers. The weariness she had been feeling all day was showing. She was slouching and her face growing paler, causing the dark circles under her eyes to stand out.
"A demon took my children," Wanda continued, her voice becoming strained. "He said they were part of his soul, that I had stolen pieces of it. I don't believe it. I won't. My sons were angels." She was beginning to tear up. "But he took them. I tried to use magic to bring them back and it didn't work. Nothing worked."