I watched the old wizard wave his wand and turn my sisters and their lovers into stone statues. He spared me because I didn’t have a partner. He took me into his cottage and made me his wife. He explained that he was terribly lonely in the deep wood.
I asked him, “What if you die and leave me alone here, where I cannot be found?”
He said not to worry. He wouldn’t die. He couldn’t die. He had no heart in his breast.
From then on, I was determined to find his heart. Where did he keep it, if not in his breast?