UNKNOWN LOCATION, APRIL 30th, 1872
Ezra stares at me for a long moment, suddenly seeming reluctant. I can see that he is trying his best not to say something that would hurt me. But it is too late. What he told me has already cut a deep wound into my heart. I can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe this is happening to me.
“She couldn’t … She can’t be a witch …” I trail off, unable to comprehend what is happening. But the more I think of it, the more I think of the way my aunt has made me live … The more I can see the truth slowly starting to uncover itself. Realization hits me worse than the moment I saw Ezra transform into a wolf.
“Sophie …” he calls me gently, making my gaze jump up at him. I am trying not to panic, but tears are already starting to form inside my eye
