With Mom still not home, Travis walked through the house to get a “sense” of the witch who used to live here. Now, he was walking around the old shelves pulling out dusty volumes one after the other. He seemed oddly interested. I turned toward Jennie. We’d been close since my aunt died. She was t...
I stood there the next afternoon, fingers tapping the wood of the banister, waiting for Drake to show. I’d checked my cell phone twice already for the time before the front door opened and Drake appeared. "Sorry I’m late,” he said. “It’s okay.” I led him into the dining room to grab the snacks Ro...