Claimed by my Ex-husband's friend
A wooden table sat in the middle of the room, covered with books, bowls, and stones carved with strange marks.
We sat down slowly. My body was stiff, tense, ready to run if I had to. Lukas sat across from me, his face pale, his hands tight in his lap. Kiran sat calmly, her eyes steady, like she belonged here.
The witch stood over us, her hands folded. She studied us one by one,Lukas first, then me, then Kiran,like she was reading us the way one reads a book.
“You wish to know why the children were switched,” she said at last. It was not a question. It was a truth spoken aloud.