Rose’s POV A small ember of hope comes alive in my heart. I so desperately want it to be true, but I don’t dare allow myself to dream it. Phoenix was asking about granny Gwynn and her stories, and Wolfie wants to talk about the guys, me and granny. Could it be that what I thought were dreams are actually true? When I thought granny was a witch, it wasn’t my childish imagination playing games. That haunting voice I hear on and off, like a fading echo, could be more than just my imagination or my mind playing tricks on me. I could be going crazy. It would be understandable if I was losing my grip on reality, wouldn’t it? After all, that kind of stuff is hereditary, isn’t it? And granny was kind of loopy before she died.“Bro, Flower.” Jackson greets Phoenix and I and ruffles my hair affectionately just like he used to when I was a kid, as Phoenix deposits me on a stool at the breakfast bar. None of them have called me flower since… jeez, I must have been thirteen or fourteen. I didn’t
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