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Reagan couldn't sleep she was tossing and turning all night thinking about Heather and what happened the night before —demons, how could there be demons? What else was lurking in the shadows this was far beyond anything she expected when they told her she was a witch it's been nothing but bad luck since she got here —maybe she was cursed
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"Did you manage to get any sleep last night?" Her grandmother's gentle voice brought Reagan back to reality. For a moment, she was disoriented and couldn't remember where she was. It didn't take her long to realize she was in the kitchen, sitting on the bar stool with a now cold cup of coffee in her hands. She blinked a few times, turning her gaze from the potted plant she was absentmindedly staring at to her grandmother, who was looking at her with a creased forehead.
"a little," Reagan responded, taking a sip of her cold coffee.
Dawn's tone softened further, "It must've been awful for you to witness that terrible accident yesterday. Poor women..."Reagan nodded, feeling the weight of the tragedy from the day before.
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"She was a friend of your mom's—Heather Barnes. Did you know that?"
"No "she quickly denied, getting off the bar stool and moving to the kitchen sink dumping out the rest of her coffee as she began washing it with her back to her grandmother
