LEAH's POV.When we got back home, I walked in through the door and I couldn't help but notice how the air felt different now.It was strange because the house looked exactly the same with the same lamp in the hallway and the same coat hanging over the back of the chair, my father's farming tools just in the corner, and then there were the framed pictures sitting on the mantel.Everything was where it belonged. Except me.I stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at the photograph of Roxanne on the wall. My mother, the witch and I thought about how none of the things I knew about her were true.It felt like my whole life was a lie and the hardest part to say out loud was that Blake was my father. Not Cillian, not the man who had closed the door behind me and walked into the kitchen. My stomach turned. Everything was really different. Through the whole drive here, Cillian had barely said anything. When we got back, he walked straight into the kitchen for a glass of water and I fol
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