I laugh along with them and let myself imagine a future of my own. One where witches can come out of the shadows. Where we can give back the magic that was stolen. Where we can tell the people we trust—people like Gemma—who we are without fear. But until then, I will grieve the ones we lost and love the ones who are left as hard as I can. And hope that Dad would count that as a win.
puke🤢🤢🤢
