Stone Circle strayed above the highway aisle

The woman's gaze narrowed, at once troubled. "dead?" she echoed, the word heavy on her tongue. "how?" She did not mean to probe, but the soft word left her tongue anyways, gaze no longer roaming behind the woman, no longer searching for a form that would not come. The woman ventured to ask if the witch wished to speak to her mother, to which the woman gave a soft shake of her head. She'd met the girl but once, hardly enough to speak to a grieving parent, nor with any purpose to.