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Back Spells for Lost Things
Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. – 1 – Willow
  6. – 2 – Mason
  7. – 3 – Willow
  8. – 4 – Mason
  9. – 5 – Willow
  10. – 6 – Mason
  11. – 7 – Willow
  12. – 8 – Mason
  13. – 9 – Willow
  14. – 10 – Mason
  15. – 11 – Willow
  16. – 12 – Mason
  17. – 13 – Willow
  18. – 14 – Mason
  19. – 15 – Willow
  20. – 16 – Mason
  21. – 17 – Willow
  22. – 18 – Mason
  23. – 19 – Willow
  24. – 20 – Mason
  25. – 21 – Willow
  26. – 22 – Mason
  27. – 23 – Willow
  28. – 24 – Mason
  29. – 25 – Willow
  30. – 26 – Mason
  31. – 27 – Willow
  32. – 28 – Mason
  33. – 29 – Willow
  34. – 30 – Mason
  35. – 31 – Willow
  36. – 32 – Mason
  37. – 33 – Willow
  38. – 34 – Mason
  39. Acknowledgments
  40. More from the Author
  41. About the Author
  42. ALSO BY JENNA EVANS WELCH

I keep going back to the thing he said on the roof. This feels like a beginning. Was that all it was, the feeling of a beginning? He must have known by then that he’d be leaving, which meant that last night’s kiss was goodbye. But that isn’t what it felt like, and it isn’t what I want. I’ve known him for such a tiny blip of time, but I feel like there could have been something big between us, and all I want is the chance to figure that out. I want that for us. I want that for me. And now it’s very possible I’ll never even get that chance.

Eventually, I run out of tears, and when I look over at my mom, I’m startled to see that her eyes are as red as mine. “Mom?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…” She pulls her knees into her chest. “This is how Sage left.”

A tingle runs down my spine, making me sit up straight. “What do you mean?”

She looks back at the house. “The year that Aunt Daisy died was really hard on Sage. It was hard on me too, but Sage couldn’t cope at all. I was constantly getting calls to come pick her up from parties and bars. She even got arrested. It wasn’t like her, and I was so worried about her. And then the night of Aunt Daisy’s wake, she left.”

My mind is searching for some way into this. Aunt Sage’s house and her letters had given me a glimpse into who she was, and she didn’t seem like someone who would abandon her sister. “Why did she leave?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know. All I found was a note that said ‘Forgive me.’ And that was the last I ever heard of her.” She sighs, tapping her feet against the ground. “I spent months trying to find her, but she’d vanished. The Bell family curse in action, I guess.”

Shock and sadness are spreading through my chest. “So you lost your aunt and your sister.” And now I’m thinking of Sage’s letter. No matter how deeply you loved your sister or mother, aunt or cousin, grandmother or daughter, the curse wound its way in, pulling at the relationship’s roots and blotting out the sun. If you were a Bell woman, you expected to lose the one you loved most. The curse may not have been what she thought it was, but it had stripped her of what she loved anyway. She’d been carrying that pain my entire life.