Nina
“Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll go with you.”
My mom let out a relieved sigh. Without a word, she rushed over to me and pulled me into a tight hug. I felt myself tense under her touch for a moment before I relaxed and wrapped my arms around her. For a long time, we held each other, crying, and eventually I heard the sound of my brother quietly walking down the stairs.
When I turned around, he was standing in the doorway with his suitcase in one hand and mine in the other.
“You knew all along?” I asked as we waited for my mom to finish packing up some sentimental items and valuables around the house to bring with us.
He nodded, then paused and furrowed his brow. “Yes. Well, sort of. I found out a couple of years ago when mom had a witch come and try to break the curse. I thought she w
