Clearing Dawson road, the remainder of the drive was Aislin interrogating Billie while I grappled with guilt. “So are you leaving the Hexens for good?” she asked.
Billie hesitated to answer. “Yes.”
“How come?”
“I don’t like the way they treat me.”
Muriel clasped her hand over Billie’s. “It’s brave of you to stand up for yourself.”
“Yeah, you know, I always forgot David had a third kid since I never saw or smelled you around,” said Aislin. “Now I know why.”
Billie said nothing.
“Where are you going after this?” continued Aislin.
“I don’t know yet.”
“You don’t have a plan or anything?”
Billie again said nothing, but I sensed embarrassment in her lack of planning.
“Maybe she can come with me,” suggested Muriel.
The flicker of hope transmitted to me from Billie was chal
