Chapter 61

Valeria

“Is this it?” I ask myself.

The witch’s memory plays in my mind.

“Hilda! Please! Help me!” A hooded woman barges into Hilda’s cabin—my grandmother.

“You must be mad to barge into my home like this, knowing who I am,” Hilda barks at her.

The old log cabin is thick with dust and cobwebs, filled mostly with herbs, crystals, and strange trinkets. In the corner, a shelf holds glass jars packed with bones, flesh, and other grim items. Half‑burned candles give off weak light, leaving shad