An hour later, after three cups of strong coffee, John shoved his concern about the nightmare into the background and forgot about the Coven enough to focus on what he liked to call “the real world,” which for him was the Salem News, the daily paper where he was executive editor.
Five minutes to eight, he and Amy walked out the door and headed up Pickering Wharf towards the newspaper offices. Finally able to get out of his own head, John noticed Amy had been unusually quiet that morning. She had come downstairs right before they needed to leave, grabbed a quick cup of coffee, and chugged it. Their relationship was new, it has only been a few weeks since it had moved into something more than just a friendship, John wasn’t sure how to interpret her silence or what, if anything, to say or d
