Chapter 52
SIRI The kitchen felt too heavy after that question. Have you seen the man from the library again? Before I could form a response, Keisha’s abuela turned back to the stove as if she hadn’t just cracked open something enormous. “Keisha, mija,” she said calmly, “can you grab the bundle of dried rosemary from the shed? The one hanging near the east wall.” “Yeah,” Keisha replied quickly, already standing. She shot me a look. “Come on.” I followed her outside, my thoughts spiraling. The air felt cooler, but not lighter. If anything, the buzzing sensation under my skin had intensified. The shed sat tucked behind the cabin, partially hidden beneath thick ivy and flowering vines that seemed to weave themselves along the wood. The structure looked older than the cabin itself. Weathered planks, ru
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