CHAPTER TWENTY
T
ell her,” Bawi said for the third time, her eyes focused and calculating.
I pinched my nose bridge and shut my eyes. Somehow, I was frustrated and she was the reason. How was I supposed to explain to my mother about the whole magic thing I practiced behind her back? First, she would freak out, then punish me by moving, which I was sure would cut a chunk off my life. After Dad and Feranmi’s death we moved from Osun to escape my grandmother’s wrath. I didn’t want to leave Goodwill, and I if I told my mother of my suspicions about Lillian, she’d ask more questions; dig until she got answers.
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Okay.” Bawi’s purple eyes gleamed.
Three weeks ago, I lived a normal life. My only immediate aspirations were to ace my exams and draw. I never
