Hannah's POV.
I was in my room and I tried to move the glass with my mind. However, it failed and the glass fell to the floor as it moved halfway across the room. I thought it must have happened because I was not concentrating enough.
Every day after school, my grandmother would take me to her RV to learn magic. I am now able to master the rudiments of incantation and simple magic, and when I practiced in the caravan I always did so well that even my grandmother would praise me.
But why is it that when I get home, I can never concentrate on my thoughts? It seems as if something is troubling my mind.
In the middle of the night, after I had fallen asleep, I seemed to feel a pair of tender hands caressing my cheeks, and this delicious sensation led to a certain attachment. But when I open
