LILA
One of my father's favorite things to say was: "Memories are everything."
Sitting on the bench and flipping through Victor Wade's journal made me realize I didn't know my father at all.
Whatever memory I had of the man was simply sea foam.
Victor Wade journaled extensively. Reading through his writing made it seem like I was there with him, and while much of it covered his insecurity about how his mid-tier gift would prevent him from joining a decent coven and his excitement over gaining acceptance at Blackwood, only to be overshadowed by my father, one entry caught my eye.
September 3. Green River. Because it was the first mention of my mother.
So I read.
Journal Entry
September 3
Today we found a girl—strange and lost—who calls herself Sadie. The Supreme says a witch or war
