When Rio joined Agatha on the witches' road, she wasn't scared. If anything, she was cocky. The idea of walking the witches' road with her wife again felt like an adventure-an opportunity to be by Agatha's side, even if Agatha clearly didn't want her there. Rio thought it would be fun, familiar, despite the trials ahead. She had convinced herself nothing could touch her. But when the second trial arrived, everything changed. Rio found herself standing on the porch of the only home she had ever known-the home she shared with Agatha and their son, Nicholas. The witches' road was ancient, as old as she was, and it had reached into her mind, plucked her deepest fear from the darkness she refused to acknowledge. It wasn't a monster or some forgotten villain. It was a memory. The memory of the day she lost everything. And in that moment, standing on that porch, Rio realized the truth: for all her bravado, the witches' road knew exactly how to break her. Because the one thing Rio feared more than anything was reliving the day her world shattered.

do I need to explain? just enjoy, lesbos!

How bad could a family holiday possibly be? Secrets, drama, lies... and a tiny bit of love. (Based on the movie "Happiest Season"). (The suggested songs provided here and there in the different chapters might not perfectly match the length of the text they're associated to. Therefore, they are just SUGGESTIONS which, in my opinion, set the tone of the text, you do not have to listen to them).