private.
“You like it here because of your dad, I get that. But—”
“Mom!”
Her face paled, then her gaze flicked toward Travis and it reddened to a deep crimson. “I don’t want to be here,” she said.
“We’re not having this conversation right now and especially not in front of other people.”
“Why not?”
Jennie stood and put one of the journals in her bag. With a quick glance toward her brother and a nod toward the doorway, they both moved in that direction.
Mom watched them, perplexed. “You guys don’t have to leave.”
Jennie waved her away. “We have to anyway. Mom’s making Travis a welcome home dinner and we don’t want to be late.”
Jennie didn’t even look at me as she left the room, followed by Travis. I didn’t trust myself to speak until I heard the front door close.
“What is wrong with you?” I asked.
She pulled at the sides of her hair. “I hate it here. I hate it. I can’t stand it for one more second. There’s nothing to do here.”
“So find a job. Get a hobby. Do anything. You act like you need to be taken care of.”
Cici crossed her arms. “We never should’ve left Miami. We need to go back.”
“We sold the house. What are we going to go back to?”
“Charles said we could stay with him.”
Anger burned through my veins. “Charles? Who’s Charles?”
She flipped her hair over her shoulders. “The guy I was seeing before I came up here to get you.”
I shook my head. A couple of weeks ago I’d had so much hope that Mom and I could save our relationship. But the longer we stayed in Adams, the more she turned into her old self. I hated it. I just wanted an actual mother. “I’m not moving back to Miami.”
“You’re seventeen and you have to do what I say.”
Frustrated tears threatened my eyes. “Please, Mom. I don’t want to be there. I like it here. And it’s not because Dad lived here either. I just like it here. If you could settle into a routine, find a job, a place to hang out, you’d like it, too. I need you to give it a chance.”
“It’s not safe here.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “I’m not saying it is.”
“Then why would you want to stay?” She looked around the room. “Tell me you feel it, Sarah. I’m not paranoid, am I? There’s something going on.”
Again, I’d had thoughts about telling her the whole story but in a lot of ways, I was stronger than my mother. If I told her, we’d be in her car in two seconds and driving back to Miami. I sat down on the couch next to her and leaned my head on her shoulder. “I know it’s weird here. And yes, some very strange stuff happened, but I don’t think it’s always that bad.”
She leaned her head on top of mine. She was quiet for a long moment, then she whispered, “He’s everywhere. It hurts.”
Now that was a reasonable excuse to leave. I swallowed and gritted my teeth. “I know.”
She shook her head and stood. “I’ll give it more time, Sarah, but if any other weird stuff happens, we’re gone. And you can think I’m being as mean as you want to, but the reality of it is, I’m doing what will keep us safe.”
“Mom, I’ll—we’ll be fine. You won’t have anything to worry about.”
“I hope you’re right.”
So was I. Because Adams was where I wanted to be. Weird witch town or not.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jennie and I were quiet on the way to school the next morning. We never talked about my mom and she was the only thing on my mind. I figured Jennie knew my mom was full of shit and even though she’d wanted to go back to Miami last night, that didn’t mean a damn thing this morning.
Old Adams farm houses whizzed by on my right. Adams High School was just on the outskirts of town, so we had to pass through Adams Center to get there. On the way through, I spotted Travis’s sweet Jeep in the angular parking in the middle of town. There was no mistaking it. It was the prettiest