One Hundred and Eleven

Cleo

Mara stares into my eyes exactly the way my sister used to. A hint of amusement hiding behind them. How was it even possible? I always thought that the witch gene had missed my sister. My grandmother never gave me any clue that Lorna was like us.

“I am not stupid!” I snap back at her.

A laugh escapes Mara. It sounded strange. It was Lorna’s laugh but in Mara’s tone.

“You always have been