GIADA
Coffee in hand, I make my way to my mom’s bookstore prepared for a low-key kind of day. The bookstore specializes in mythology and the occult. She even sells crystals, which humans love. In the back, she meets with our coven and works on her potions and spells.
“I didn’t think you’d be in so early after a late night,” she says, eyeing me up and down.
I know she’s not sure what to expect from me. We haven’t lived under the same roof in a long while but I told her I’d be here right at 9:00 am and here I am.
“I’m here as promised,” I smile.
“Good. Can you help Dottie put the new books on the shelves?”
“Sure.”
Organizing and making things tidy is oddly cathartic for me and I enjoy spending time with Dottie. She was my grandmother’s closest friend and part of her circle. Being
