RAVEN’S POV
I drove to the address I found in the police records that was under the name Faith Darkmoon. Knowing this woman was more than likely a witch, I was a bit nervous popping up on her, especially after the information on Alondra’s mother’s death. I stopped my truck in front of a small yellow house with a light blue car parked in the driveway. It was a nice, family friendly neighborhood. There were families strolling down the street and children playing in their yards. As I observed my surroundings, a small woman emerged from the yellow house with a large trash bag in hand. She tossed the bag into the bin, then pulled it to the end of the driveway before waving to some neighbors, then walking back inside.
“Here goes nothing,” I thought aloud, preparing myself to come face to face
