life,” Harper continues, unruffled by Stella’s lack of response. “It’s a special, secret drink. Meant only for fairies. But my grandfather made a deal with one of them, when they became trapped under his cottage window. He said he’d let the fairy go if the fairy told him of their secret potion, a brew that was said to heal sadness. If you drink it, it’ll wrap around all your sad parts, like a warm blanket, and stay there for as long as you need it.”
