A silence permeates the workshop as Mrs. Santiago's words work their way into my brain. For a while, they seem like complete gibberish. Like I understand each English word, but the accumulation of these four to form a sentence is foreign to me. As they start to settle, though, I shake my head, slowly at first, then more fervently. "N-no, I can't be."
"I know this is a lot to take in," Mrs. Santiago says, "but-"
"You're wrong!" I suddenly shout, surprising the two women, as well as myself. But I don't stop there. "You must be mistaken, Mrs. Santiago. I'm not a witch."
She just looks at me with a mixture of pity and sadness. It's Cassie that actually responds. "I didn't believe it at first either, but you have to admit the signs are there."
"What signs? What are you talking about?!"
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