“Don’t be afraid,” I told him. “You’re safe.” I set him back onto the floor. “I had to show you it was real. That I’m not crazy or something.”
“So, you’re some kind of bruja now?” he asked me. “A witch?”
bruja I shook my head. “Not exactly. Let’s sit down and I’ll explain everything. But please believe me.”
I headed for the dinner table and Jill stopped me again and held me close for a moment.
“Tell us whatever you need to, honey,” she said. “You’re safe.”
You’re We sat at the table and Jill put the water on for some herbal tea. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I made some ceviche today.”
“Yes!” Jill’s ceviche was the bomb. I also knew she tended to get busy in the kitchen when she was feeling stressed. If she’d made ceviche without some kind of party, she was stressed. I felt bad about
