Rowan

The little blonde girl seated at the kitchen island was busy concocting some potion, from what I could tell. She glanced up from her task, glaring at me, then turned her focus on a bottle of calamine lotion that was sitting next to the sink.

“No,” I said firmly.

Kat shrugged, picking up a whisk and dipping it into the batter bowl.

“I’ll just wait for you to leave,” she sighed, her blonde curls bouncing around her ears as her tiny arms ...