I was so intent on calling Mom I missed the fact I wasn't alone when I slipped in the garden doors.
"You're out late." Mrs. Morgan perched on the edge of her expensive sofa, a glass of wine in one hand.
What was I supposed to say? Your crazy maid hit me over the head and took me to her secret society hang out because I used to be a witch? I didn't think even she was drunk enough for that.
"Um..." I had always been a bad liar. "Just needed some air." Case in point.
Mrs. Morgan's lips curled into a sneer she probably thought was a smile. "It's all right, dear." She hiccupped mildly as she took a sip from her glass, spilling it down the front of her top. Wasn't the first time, from the stains on her skirt. "I get it. I saw you girls with the kids last night. That Regan Pater is a deliciou
