A manic laugh bubbles from my lips as a new understanding of the world settles within me. The Coven, once a symbol of unity and a safe haven for witches, has morphed into a den of greed and corruption. Yet, I can now see the past and understand how things used to be, how they should be. The Covens once stood together, united, defending each other. Now they fight against each other, twisting their own truths and destroying everything my mother tried to build.
My biological mother tried to restore that balance, the one Agatha coveted. The betrayal wasn't just about the murder of my mother. It was about power, about Agatha and Beryl's relentless attempts to overthrow her, to smear her reputation. They attacked when she was defenseless, when she couldn't retaliate.
My mother was kind, loving
