I heard the words, but I was still replaying them in my head, trying to make sense of it all. How could my mom have been a witch? I had never seen her do anything other than cook and work in the garden, not once had I seen any sign of magic being used. It could not be true. Could it?
“Why would you think that Mamo, what possible evidence could there be? My mom lived a peaceful life, she cared for me, cleaned the house, baked cakes and tended to her roses. Does that sound like the life of a powerful witch?”
“I know how it must sound Cassie, but as I said…I believe your mother had no idea of her powers or her kin. When she met your father, she knew what he was, yet she wanted to be with him anyway. It showed that a part of her was accepting of the supernatural world, like she already knew
