Carolina
Martha was hard at work in her cottage. She said she knew that water hemlock with dark incantations was used on me, but only because Griselda promised I would survive. My herb witch mentor could feel the anger emanating from my mother. I knew it was more than just a little unpleasant feeling for her. Their friendship was older than I was.
I waited in the living room with Daniel, Xavier, and Luella. Each of them knew that every minute counted. They did not want to sleep. At first, they had followed every stir and pour with their weary eyes, but were also sent away by Martha.
With less than three days left, there was urgency in the way Martha mixed her herbs. Her spell books were cluttered all over her kitchen table when I last checked on her. She told me not to get too close to
