Those words keep resounding in my ears, switching voices. One moment, it’s mom’s voice. The next, it’s Shawna’s, then Iyanu’s, then aunt Mellow’s.

Speaking of the witch, Iyanu, I spot her standing in the crowd. That person in the joker mask must be her. She loves anything that has to do with joker, and has worn that mask for the umpteenth time.

I push myself through the crowd to approach her. “Why did you do it?” I ask the moment I reach her. Only Iyanu would stoop so low to do ...