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her mother. She had her head buried in two hands and her shoulders were sagging
forward. She looked much older at that moment. Her mother looked at her with
wet, sad eyes, and a frown.
    “I was always second. I had no
choice but to be that. I didn’t...I couldn’t...” she scrubbed her hands over
her face and shook her head as if to get rid of a bad thought. “I’m sure I was
wrong, but it’s like...he was holding back something from me so I...so I...”
    Oh my god. So that was it, Abby
thought. “He held back part of himself from you, so you kept me from him. Talk
about petty, mom.”
    Anger sliced in her mother’s
eyes. “It wasn’t quite like that. He never pushed to see you at all. I’m not
the only one who’s petty, or who’s made mistakes. At least I sent him pictures.”
    Her mother’s words hit home just as
she wanted to. She’d never become a practicing witch like her mother wanted her
to. She’d never carry on her mother’s legacy, and yes she actually had a bit of
one. And yes she did it just to spite her mother.
    “Yeah, I guess we’re both petty,
mom.”
    Abby stood up, but couldn’t meet
her mother’s eyes. Her mother started to say something, but the phone in Abby’s
pocked buzzed.
    She took it out and answered it.
    “Yeah?” she said. “Got it.” She
closed the phone and pocketed it. “I gotta go. A case.”
    She left her mother in silence
and rushed out to her car. That was good. For the best. She loved her mom no
matter what and all of this would have been different if only her mom had told
her who her father was. She didn’t deserve to find out in a fancy letter
written by a dead man.
    Warm air had gathered in the car,
and it suffocated her in its heat. She started the engine then rolled down the
windows to let in some cooler air. The breeze made her sigh as the tight
muscles in her back relax. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep
from crying.
     

Chapter
Four
     
    Night set by the time Abby got
home from the lab. The dead shapeshifter case was going to be a hard one for
detectives since they had no witnesses. Either that or anyone who witnessed the
crime wasn’t coming forward. Some people get scared in situations like this and
don’t want to come forward. It could be to their benefit or demise in cases
where they recognized the killer. The knife used to commit the murder still
hadn’t been found and until all the blood and evidence was processed, nothing
could be done. It was a waiting game until they got another hit.
    “What a day,” Abby said as she
unlocked her front door and stepped into her house. It wasn’t really her house;
just a rental but she loved it all the same. It had three bedrooms, two baths,
and a single-car garage to boot. Going from college dorms to the small apartment
she shared with her friend Jenna after college to this was like hitting the
lottery.
    Her stomach growled. She hadn’t
eaten since breakfast that morning but her body was so tired she just wanted to
pass out and not wake up for a week. She couldn’t do that though, nope. She had
to face her problems. She needed to contact her step-sisters.
    She wondered: what would they
think of her? Would they like her, accept her? She doubted it. She couldn’t say
she’d be so agreeable to accept a step-sibling that she didn’t know about until
now. Still, she had to try. As soon as she got some sleep she’d do some research
and find some addresses. A spark of hope filled her that maybe, just maybe,
they’d be wonderful. She’d only ever had her mom and no one else. She’d had
friends but that wasn’t the same as family. Jenna was always there if she
needed her, but they weren’t as close as they’d been while in college.
    Abby set her lab bag on the
kitchen table, snagged a yogurt out of the fridge and spoon from the kitchen
drawer, and then headed to the bedroom. She needed to get a pet, a cat or maybe
a dog. Something so the house wouldn’t feel so empty every time she