Emory

“Willow is a witch,” Lola says like she’s not talking about the impossible. I remember what Willow told me about her life before she was turned, but it’s hard for me to grasp. In my mind, witches aren’t real. No one has seen one in centuries. Growing up, I thought they were a fairy tale to make humans afraid to go into the woods at night–sort of like the hybrid stories I’ve read recently.

I tell myself that what Lola said can’t be the truth, but I have also just seen Lola floating in the air with no other possible explanation. That had to be magic. It isn’t something...