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have inherited your gift through your father’s family. The only male witch around back then was Race Livingston. Is Race your dad? He came in the book store just a few hours ago, asking about my mom. We didn’t have time to catch up but he looks about the same. He’s still very powerful. Just like you,” she said, looking at Sarah closely.
    Sarah’s face went white and she stood up, walking slowly towards the window. “ Race Livingston? No way,” she said, her voice cracking.
    Race Livingston was a loner who lived by himself at the edge of town in a large house. Everyone thought he was really weird. Some kids claimed he was a serial killer hiding out and other’s thought he had mental problems. That’s who might be her father?
    Zane moved quickly to her side, taking her hand. The warmth Zane gave her, wrapped around her like a cocoon, comforting her and giving her strength at the same time. Gretchen moved out from behind the counter and came to stand on the other side of her.
    “You didn’t know? You really don’t know who your father is?” she said with a perplexed look on her face.
    Sarah leaned her face against the window and traced a star pattern. “I’ve never been told who my real father is. His name isn’t even on my birth certificate. All my aunt would ever tell me is that he lives around here, but that for some important reason, I shouldn’t know him.”
    Gretchen and Zane shared surprised looks over her head. “Honey, come sit down. Let’s figure this out,” she said and turned the sign to CLOSED before motioning Zane and Sarah to a couch by the fireplace.
    “Tell me everything,” Gretchen commanded and pointed to the couch as Sarah looked nervously at her.
    Sarah sighed tiredly and wasn’t surprised when Zane sat right next to her, his hand firmly holding hers.
    “There’s not much to tell. I grew up just like any other normal kid until I was about thirteen. That’s when I knew I was different and that I could do things that other people couldn’t. It was at that point that I started giving off this weird protective barrier. I noticed people would wince when they got too close. By the time I was fifteen I no longer had any friends. Some days it’s stronger. And I’ve noticed that some people are more affected by it than others. When I turned seventeen last year, my aunt told me that she and I were witches and that I would need to accept my destiny and all this mumbo jumbo crap.”
    Gretchen snorted. “Lena was always an idiot. Sorry, keep going,” she said, wincing at Zane’s frown.
    Sarah picked a piece of lint off her jeans, ignoring Gretchen’s comment. “She’s been getting really pushy about being a witch lately. She has these meetings once a week where three other ladies and this super icky guy come over and when they leave, the house feels dark and heavy and horrible. I can’t stand to even be in the house sometimes. On some nights, it’s so bad I sleep out in the woods behind my house in an old abandoned tree house. I don’t feel very safe in my house anymore. I feel like I’m being watched even though no one’s there. I feel like something is waiting for me. Something dark and bad,” she said, shivering and feeling sick to her stomach as she finally voiced how she felt.
    Gretchen pursed her lips and pulled her feet up under her long cotton skirt while Zane put his arm around Sarah’s shoulder, making her feel safe and warm.
    “Has your aunt ever brought up Race’s name?” Gretchen asked curiously not commenting on her aunt’s activities.
    Sarah shook her head. “No, never. When I was fourteen we had a huge fight about it. I insisted on knowing who he was. I mean, all I knew was that it was a man who lived here in town. I wanted to know so badly because, I mean, if I started to like a boy, I didn’t want it to be my brother or cousin or something gross like that.”
    Gretchen smiled and nodded her head. “I see your point. But she wouldn’t tell you,