#Chapter 120: Regrown

Olivia Alvin’s house loomed before us, the windows devoid of light, casting shadows that seemed to dance with the wind. After parking a little ways down the street, we stood outside for what felt like hours, anticipation and anxiety creating a storm within me. “I really do appreciate you helping me after all,” I whispered. We were crouching in the bushes outside of Alvin’s house, waiting for the single dim light downstairs to shut off, indicating that he had gone to bed. I glanced over at Nathan to see that he was already looking at me. He quickly looked away. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly, although he knew I was lying. “It’s what friends are for.” I swallowed. “When the witch said that it would be difficult for you in particular…” “Witches say lots of things,” Nathan interjected, his face darkening somewhat. “Don’t take everything she says too literally.” I didn’t believe Nathan, but I chose not to pry any further; besides, the light finally flicked off