Tyrese
After leaving Malia, I headed straight for her grandmother’s house across town. Finding her outside tending to the now extravagantly blooming gardens, I smiled and waved at her. I noticed how her face brightened up in surprise as she weaved her way out of the bushes. “Tyrese, what are you doing here? Is Malia with you?” she questioned me. She pulled her muddy gloves from her hands and stuffed them into the pockets of her apron.
“Just me today, I wanted to talk to you about something. It’s about the witches,” Irena gave me a curious look, then nodded her head slowly. Her eyes dropped to the ground as she fiddled with the tools she held in her hands still.
“I see, and I’m guessing you don’t want my granddaughter to know about it?” Her face came up more sour this time, and I felt
