Chapter 20April was able to hold it together while she was at work those next weeks before Christmas, but when she got home, it was a totally different story. She locked herself in her room, curled up on her bed with the warmie Kyle had given her held to her face, and cried into it. Looking at herself in the mirror had her cringing. Her cheeks were smudged where her mascara had run—even though the packaging promised it was the waterproof kind—her eyes were red, and her hair was a tangled mess.
It killed her every time Kyle called and left a message. He sounded so heartbroken, and she felt like a first-class witch.
Her roommates didn’t think she was a witch—they thought she was a b***h and had no problem calling her that to her face.
“You’ve really lost your mind, you know that, April?”
