My heart shattered listening to her sobs. If I was there…if I had known. Why wasn’t I given a clearer message? I should’ve gone and checked on her.
Guilt and shame swirled in my gut, and I hated that the only thing I could do was rub her back. My shirt became soaked with her tears, and it clung to me. I tried to be gentle with my pats and reassuring words, but all I wanted was to run out the door.
How could they do this to her? She’s never been involved with the coven; why would they do this? I couldn’t imagine the amount of anger and hatred needed to burn someone’s home down.
A fire grew in my gut, and my guilt was like gasoline. Everything in me wanted to find them and punish them. Not just for this, but for all of it.
But it wouldn’t help my aunt right now, so I continued shushing a
