Liam stopped the car in front of a brick-style colonial home. The GPS directed us to this area, where the colonial house was almost in the middle of woods. The four of us went out of the car, and from where we stood, we could hear the serenity of the place, the birds singing, and the rustling sound of the river nearby.
“You grew up here?” Nina asked, her mouth gaping at the beauty of the place.
Unsure of what to say, I nodded my head slowly and turned my eyes to Liam.
“Beautiful but eerie,” Maxon commented as he took our bags in the car.
Nina giggled, carefully studying the plants on the side of the pavement. “I knew it. You’re really a witch,”
My lips pursed as I squinted my eyes when I saw a movement from the window.
A witch.
Nathalie is a witch.
When I received the envelope
