NOLAN
If the town didn't have hate coursing through its veins, I would have gotten to know Emily. While she showed me pictures of herself as a teenager, I wished I knew her back then—we would have been such good friends. If we treated witches like people, I might have met her. But I didn't, because when Elvis and I said we knew everyone, we did not include the witches. Even when we played, we avoided the witch part of town and pretended not to see any witches, as we had been taught.
And guess what? After years of pretending that witches did not exist, they eventually stopped. At least to us.
My phone beeped and I saw that it was Rue who had sent me a photo of one hotel we frequented. Hmm—that brought back a flood of memories. As those memories began to take hold in my mind, the stron
