“What’s going on?â€� Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.â€� She pulled a chair out and sat down. Faye stared at her and said the words as quickly as she could. “I’m just going to give it to you straight as I can. Mila is a witch.â€� Ingrid busted out with a laugh. “I wouldn’t call her that,â€� she said. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?â€� She poured the juice into her glass and took a drink. “What did the brat do this time?â€� She set her glass down.”

“These scars that we have... they don't go away. They only fade with time, but they're still hauntingly there.”

“What’s going on?â€� Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.â€� She pulled a chair out and sat down. Faye stared at her and said the words as quickly as she could. “I’m just going to give it to you straight as I can. Mila is a witch.â€� Ingrid busted out with a laugh. “I wouldn’t call her that,â€� she said. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?â€� She poured the juice into her glass and took a drink. “What did the brat do this time?â€� She set her glass down.”

“What’s going on?” Ingrid asked. “Listen, nothing bad today, please.” She pulled a chair out and sat down. Faye stared at her and said the words as quickly as she could. “I’m just going to give it to you straight as I can. Mila is a witch.” Ingrid busted out with a laugh. “I wouldn’t call her that,” she said. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” She poured the juice into her glass and took a drink. “What did the brat do this time?” She set her glass down.”