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She then looked at him and said, “I remember what my grandpa asked of me. Shouldn’t you teach me some healing arts?” “First, memorize this book thoroughly.” Jason simply threw a ‘Compendium of Materia Medica’ book towards the young lady.

“Henry! My son! You’re finally back! I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please forgive me!” I stepped back, expressionless, avoiding her embrace. She held her arms out, caught in an awkward pause. I walked to the coffee table and slammed a file down. “From the day I was born until I turned eighteen, I calculated every cent you spent on me — food, clothing, tuition, and tutoring. “The total comes to two hundred thirteen thousand six hundred dollars.” I pulled a check from my pocket and placed it next to the statement. “This is three hundred thousand dollars. Keep the change.

Its title is The Portion. "This is a beginner's book. This beautiful organization is filled with knowledge, peace, and power but has rules. Many of us shared the same heart when we first entered those doors. And most of us have been vindicated, but we were steadfast and loyal to the cause." It would be best if you were done reading it within a week. So after you've read it, return to a meeting, and then we'll go from there." I agree, thank her, and then head home.

Valerie showed her what Dawn taught them before. “What does that do?” Annalise asked. “It’s to avoid creases on the spine. This way it would still look brand new..” “Oh! I see! Thanks..” She said as Valerie handed the book back to her. When the others saw this, they also did the same for their own books, making a mental note to do it this way from now onwards. Dawn’s phone beeped once again. [Keenan: Are you free tomorrow?] Dawn stared at his message for quite a while.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

The next day, just as the movers arrived, I ran into Leo and Max at the door. Glancing at the boxes, a flicker of unease crossed Leo’s face. “Mia, aren’t those the things you always use? Where are you moving them?” He pointed at the moving truck parked outside. I stayed silent for a moment until Max asked, “Mia, are you moving out?” I did not want them finding out too soon, so I kept my answer vague. “There’s just too much stuff. I’m sending some of it back home.” Leo, ever the oblivious one, did not press. Max, however, immediately picked up on something. “Why are you sending things back? Are you not comfortable living here?”

“Don’t thank me yet. If she agrees, your life will change in ways you can’t imagine. You sure you’re ready for that?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Then take this.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a worn book. “This will give you something to chew on while you wait.” I took the book and glanced at the faded title. “Foundations of the Craft?” “Basics,” she said. “But it’ll test how serious you are. Start there.” “I’ll do it,” I said, clutching the book. She smiled faintly. “Good luck, Lia. You’re going to need it.”

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“Looks like you need some time to cool off. Once you have calmed down, I’ll come back, and we can have a proper talk.” Before he left, as he closed the door behind him, he looked at me with disappointment and said, “Sheena, you’re being a jealous mess, and it seriously makes me sick.” Bang. The door slammed shut. My head buzzed as the echo of the slam rang in my ears. Pointless? Jealous mess? So, he had really come to resent me that much. The sour feeling that had just subsided in my chest rushed back up again, and the tips of my fingers, still not fully warmed, turned cold once more.