CHAPTER FORTY TWO
“What happened?” Norman, questioned, rubbing the back of his head as he groaned for the umpteenth time since we left the witch’s house. If it wasn’t possible to get any more depressed over life than I was, then she had just made it possible for me.
“It’s a dead end. Now that’s what happened,” I replied curtly. I had never felt so heartbroken or helpless in my entire life. I couldn’t help the anger mixed with fear spiking in me at the thought of what my brother could possibly be tonight.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, falling into step and narrowly missing tripping on a log. Dammit! Why did that witch even choose to live in a place like this? Not only was this place in the middle of nowhere but there was barely anyone living nearby.
“Don’t be. This is not you
