She heard his little feet pad up to her bed before he spoke. “Mariah, you said we’d learn conjuring today.”
She kept her eyes closed, refused to answer. The boy thrived on abuse, and she was good at it. Continue reading
She heard his little feet pad up to her bed before he spoke. “Mariah, you said we’d learn conjuring today.”
She kept her eyes closed, refused to answer. The boy thrived on abuse, and she was good at it. Continue reading