Olivia
Alvin’s house loomed before us, the windows devoid of light, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the wind.
After parking a little ways down the street, we stood outside for what felt like hours, anticipation and anxiety creating a storm within me.
“I really do appreciate you helping me after all,” I whispered. We were crouching in the bushes outside of Alvin’s house, waiting for the single dim light downstairs to shut off, indicating that he had gone to bed. I glanced over at Nathan to see that he was already looking at me. He quickly looked away.
“It’s nothing,” he said quietly, although he knew I was lying. “It’s what friends are for.”
I swallowed. “When the witch said that it would be difficult for you in particular…”
“Witches say lots of things,”
