GAVIN'S POV
CHANNELLING THE WITCH: THROUGH LOGAN'S DREAMS
As I pulled up the gravel driveway to my mother’s mansion, I couldn’t shake the promise I had made to Logan.
I was supposed to come back, just like I said I would. But as I opened the front door, I was greeted by an unexpected sight.
The dining room was filled with the warm glow and the aroma of a home-cooked meal drifted through the air.
At the table, my mother sat with her usual elegance, flanked by the kids who were eagerly digging into their food.
But it wasn’t the sight of my children that made me pause, it was Ciara, who sat across from my mother, laughing and chatting as though she belonged there.
My kids, upon seeing me, instantly left their meals behind and rushed to hug me.
Their joyous shrieks cut through my confu
