Olivia
I was sitting up on the couch, staring at the front door, my heart pounding in my chest. The hands of the clock were merciless, ticking away the seconds that felt like hours.
It was late, too late. Nathan had never given me a specific time frame as to when he would be back, but it was almost midnight—well past any reasonable hour.
And all this time, I had been sitting here gnawing at my nails, a nervous habit I had relied on to calm myself ever since childhood. I really needed to stop doing it, but it was the only thing to keep myself from shaking right now.
As I waited, all of the worst scenarios ran repeatedly through my head. What if the witch had somehow figured out Nathan’s plan? What if Nathan got hurt? Could the witch be coming for the twins and me next? My thoughts spi
