Sireen’s POV

There’s a mat spread in the center of Jessica’s living room, right on the floor. Whatever was there before has been cleared out, and if it was just the mat that was spread down, I wouldn’t have been freaking out as much as I am now.

“What’s going on here?” I ask, wide eyed, and my heart starts to race because on the spread mat, are cowries, too many to count, as well as candles lit on all four sides of the cloth. There’s something that looks like a burning incense, placed inside a small wooden bowl, and beside that, is a large map. The old kind, made...