I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch -

The house breathed quieter without her. The jars listened.

After she refused, things escalated. The town newspaper ran a column about "unregulated practitioners" and "occult interference." A councilman proposed a hearing. Neighbors whispered as if whispering could conjure reason against an inexplicable kindness. My sister found flour on her doorstep in the shape of maps; her jars were rattled in the night. Someone tried to burn her garden. i raf you big sister is a witch

She went to Rob and took the coin. She looked at it so long that the skin around her eyes drew thin as paper. The house breathed quieter without her

Weeks later, Rob stopped showing up for work. The cigarettes grew dusty in his pack. He started leaving messages on my phone with only a single line: "She remembers too much." Once, he wrote: "The coin is warm." The town newspaper ran a column about "unregulated

I wanted to chain her to the porch with promises. I wanted to bargain with the wolves in the only currency I had—love and insistence and the small foolish contracts of family. But love is poor tender when the world decides to sell your sister to its ledger. I watched her step over the threshold and shut the door behind her.

Chapter Seven: The Night My Sister Left