The truth was, I envied her.
Not the cruelty, not the attitude, but the way she moved through the world without hesitation. Everything about her felt effortless. Her confidence, her appearance, and the way people reacted to her.
I had never had that.
I turned my head slightly and looked toward the mess of broken picture frames on the floor.
The sight pulled me upright.
The diary page.
I moved toward it slowly, my fingers trembling just slightly as I picked it up again. My eyes skimmed the words, even though I already knew them by heart.
Covens.
Darkness.
Ancestral sins.
The phrases had followed me into my sleep, weaving themselves into my dreams until I could no longer tell where memory ended and imagination began.
I had spent hours trying to make sense of it.
The only explanat
