Zoe’s POV

I was wondering the whole day what had happened to Cindy. I tried to look for her in the neighborhood, but she was not there. I wanted to call her number after she called, but she turned it off.

An overthinker like me feels like something is going on.

I waited for her at the café the next morning and speaking of the witch; she had just entered the café. I walked in front of the countertop and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I saw how her eyes widened when she met my gaze.

“What happened? Don’t give lies because it means friendship is over,”...