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Secrets Unveiled

Author: DGorgeous1
last update Last Updated: 2023-02-22 23:16:32
Alice and Isabela exchanged glances before looking at Pedro, both hesitant to speak.

"What? You’re just going to stare at me like that?" Pedro asked, clearly needing clarification.

Isabela was the first to respond. "Well..." she hesitated, glancing at Alice.

Alice didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wasn’t sure if it was the right time for Pedro to know her secret, but the situation seemed to demand it, so she didn’t stop Isabela.

"My best friend Leonida was like a witch," Isabela said softly.

"Witch? What do you mean? Was she a bad person?" Pedro asked, confused.

"No, no. Leonida was a good witch. She could make things happen if she wanted to. She could use telepathy," Isabela continued.

"She could make things happen? Then why did she die?" Pedro asked, still puzzled.

"One factor could be overwhelming emotion. Leonida might have been so emotional at that moment that she couldn’t think clearly about what she wanted to happen," Isabela explained.

Pedro slowly turned to Alice, his m
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