“Are you ever going to tell me what you found out?” Greg asked his sister.
They had been driving for hours and the sun had already set, but she had yet to share any information. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was that she was scared of what he might think.
“Greg? Do you think witches could be real?” Charlotte asked her brother. She had been staring at the round clear quartz pendant of her necklace, but she glanced away from it to look over at Greg.
He had taken his eyes off the road to stare at her like she was crazy. “Witches?” he asked with a blink.
“Yes, witches,” she replied.
“You mean like magical people who cast spells with wands?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“More like people who make magical trinkets and can see into the future,” Charlotte explained, hating ho
