Grandma was in her office when I arrived home. “Clara, you’re home early,” she said as I pushed open the door.
“I did it, Grandma. I figured it out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My magic. I figured out how to use it. Watch.”
I focused on the books lining the shelves and pictured them all turning red. When the urge came, I held out my hands and watched as, one by one, Grandma’s books became bright red.
She gasped. “Clara… How?”
“Megan helped.”
Grandma frowned. “You shouldn’t involve her, Clara. You’ll put her in danger.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. She came up with the idea, helped me figure out how to do it. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, Clara. I just don’t want Megan mixed up in any of this. She shouldn’t even know about your magic.”
“Well, she does, and I’m not shutting her o
