“Mom, what are you doing here?” I said after ending the call.

She stormed toward me and snatched the phone from my hands. 

“Cassidy?” Mom tried to open my phone, but a code was protecting it. “How could you! Our family was broken by magic, yet you work with a witch. Do you not care about us at all?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears of sorrow ran down her freckled cheeks as she pulled at her red hair.

Mom was extremely unwell. It’s not okay to have ...