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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

When I say I dove into everything Paris had to offer, what I mean is I ran to the deep end and cannonballed in. During the day, I devoured the city, a reluctant Bea in tow. I dragged her to sprawling parks and gardens, museums, cluttered book stalls by the Seine, towering cathedrals, and every sunny café I could find. At night we went out with her friends to clubs and cinemas and delightfully smoky cafes. I loved every day of that trip so much that at night when I had the covers pulled up under my chin, I had to put my hand to my chest to be sure that my heart hadn’t fallen out of my body. And it wasn’t only the twisty roads and twinkly bridges and heavenly smelling crepe stands that captured me. No. In every single one of those adventures, I saw something life-changing.

Possibility.

More specifically, the possibility of one day feeling at home again. I’d boarded the plane to visit Bea’s family feeling about as rooted as a tumbleweed, but in the unfamiliar streets of Paris, the ground had steadied under my feet. So what if I barely saw my mom anymore, and even when I did, she still felt a million miles away? So what if my dad’s new family had filled up our old apartment, my bedroom now a nursery, every square inch crammed with unfamiliar things? So what if I no longer belonged anywhere? So what? There was an entire world out there.

As Saint Augustine of Hippo said: The world is a book, and those who do not travel only read one page. Well, I’m going to read every page I can. One of those pages is going to tell me the answer to where I belong. My home is out there.

All I have to do is find it.

Mason

Back in the Middle Ages, people believed that the stars governed our lives. They thought that the planets controlled our destinies, caused illnesses, managed our luck, all of it. Some people still believe it. My mom was one of those people; probably still is. She read her horoscope religiously, and even when things were going really badly for us, she always thought that our luck was about to change, which didn’t make sense, because our life was basically a rotating dumpster fire of broken relationships and lost jobs. It wasn’t the stars controlling our lives; it was her addiction.