I sat in her driveway for about two minutes, trying to work up the courage to go inside. When I finally did, I had the journal clasped against my chest, my cell phone in the other hand with the camera on. I needed to record all of this, so I could show the Lovely Witches what I learned. To reveal to them what Lilith revealed to me about Constance. But I had to know for sure that Lilith was right. Even though I knew in my heart she was.
The front door was open. I let myself in. Great, now I could add break and enter into my long list of stupid things I'd done willingly since I got the letter from the Lovely Witches Club.
This was a terrible idea. Who did I think I was? I needed to turn around and leave already. Finish their dumb documentary and just forget any of this happened. But every
