Arielle woke up the next morning with the fragile hope that yesterday had been a nightmare she could simply escape by blinking hard enough.
Spoiler:
It wasn’t.
She sat up in bed, hair sticking out like a frightened porcupine, eyes swollen from crying, mind replaying Noah’s voice telling her he couldn’t be her miracle.
She curled her knees to her chest.
She had run not only from him…
but from the magic itself.
And the magic had taken offense.
The first sign came when she went to brush her teeth. The toothpaste exploded out of the tube—straight into her eye.
“AGHH—SERIOUSLY?!”
She staggered around the bathroom half-blind, cursing mint and gravity and her entire existence.
Then the second sign.
She walked into the kitchen, reached for a mug, and every single cabinet door opened at
