Lila
I had been sitting there, listening to Judith spew what sounded like complete nonsense about my identity for nearly an hour. A witch? That was laughable. The worst part was that I knew she wasn’t lying. I had watched her closely—the way she moved her hands, the way her eyes shifted. She was telling the truth.
And that terrified me more than anything.
Even worse, I couldn’t remember the bullies she mentioned. I couldn’t remember using my powers on them. I had no memory of ever meeting her grandmother either. I had been twelve, old enough to remember something that big. So why couldn’t I?
“Lila, you have to be careful with what you say,” Judith warned, clearly still shaken by my earlier words.
I scoffed and stood up. “So you want me to sit here and pretend like I love this world wh
