Serina had won their trust so easily. She had done so much for them. For her. Without Serina, Dawn would have no idea what her premonitions meant, no inkling that she could control them. She shuddered in her denim jacket. Maybe Jamie and Candace were right. If Serina hadn’t adopted them, they’d all be alone. *** The following afternoon, Serina served thick wedges of devil's food cake, chocolate chips sprinkling the mocha fudge frosting. It wasn't good for Jamie's skin or Candace's waistline. Dawn's mind jumped to the fairy tale Hansel and Gretel, and the witch who fattened up children to eat them. She instantly felt guilty for the absurd thought. Serina was just giving them a treat, and it tasted darn good. Candace, who was seated beside her on the loveseat, finished her second helping. She pressed her back against the wall and stretched out her legs. "Jamie and Dawn have been to the castle. They know what a phony my mother is." Mrs. Caldwell hadn’t seemed that bad, but Dawn kept her opinion to herself.
