Freya stood up, her heart pounding, ‘What?’ she asked no-one in particular. Penelope, voice shaking, was the first one to speak, ‘We will come back to your name on the gravestone but you are sure that you found this brooch on that day in the churchyard? This is important, Freya.’ ‘Yes,’ Freya was still scared… Continue reading The Sixth Witch – Chapter Thirteen
C.L. Peache 