“What?”
Emily said it carefully and slowly like the words might rearrange itself if she gave it enough time. She could have sworn to herself that she didn't hear properly at that instant.
Donna didn’t smile this time. She didn’t laugh or soften it or pretend it was a joke meant to lighten the mood.
She simply repeated herself, calm and steady. “I’m a witch.”
Emily blinked twice. “I’m sorry,” she said, a nervous laugh slipping out of her. “I think I misheard you.”
Donna closed the half opened door and stepped closer to the bed, close enough that Emily could see the seriousness in her eyes, the absence of any playful glint.
“I’m a witch,” Donna said again, gently this time, as though speaking to someone who had just woken from a long sleep.
Emily stared at her. Her mind scrambled f
