Tessa Pov
I washed my hair in the bathtub, trying to think of what to do, before finally realizing something. I knew sign language. Because of Sean’s stutter, we all learned sign language to help him when he was younger. He had refused to talk for a few years from embarrassment, and it took till he was around five to start getting him to speak. At first, the only way we could talk to him was sign language, and when he was flustered, even now he’d stop talking and start signing. Of course, that didn’t mean Paisley could sign, but she was a witch. From what I’ve heard from witches, they are able to learn any language if they take a second to try. I tapped her shoulder to get her attention and she lifted her eyes to mine once more, turning to look at the guards and make sure they weren’t wat
