Alexis's POV 

I was in my Supreme Witching class the next afternoon when I got a text from Gertie's attorney. It seemed that all of Gertie's missing two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars had mysteriously appeared on her porch that morning.

It was in a purple duffle bag, in cash. The note attached simply read, "I'm sorry." 

Jeff had come through again. I made a mental note to thank him and let him know that a return visit to Cassandra's wouldn't be ...