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my
soul.
    “Who blew up my
shed?” The question flooded my head and drained out my mouth. My eyes darted back
and forth between them. “Are evil spirits really after me?”
    “I’m sorry. So
sorry.” Chandra fumbled with her words, worry evident in her eyes. “I had no
clue. I really shouldn’t have mentioned your mother.”
    Flashbacks of
the old wooden door came flooding back. Faint memories of what lurked inside
the cottage began to emerge from deep in my mind. The richness of Darla’s
bottles that held her homeopathic remedies glistened inside the shop so long
ago. The smell of cinnamon, sage, dill, and thyme entangled and wrapped around
me as if I were five years old again. Darla’s laughter filled the inside of my
head as though she was standing there helping someone with a bad case of gout.
    “I’ve got just
the cure for what ails you,” she’d say and then grab a couple bottles,
combining them into one without even looking at a book or her journal.
    Was I expected
to move here and take over Darla’s old shop? Was this why I had become so good
at making remedies? I eased myself onto the bench again.
    Stunned, I just
sat there while everyone around me yelled. There were so many questions to be
answered. But one stuck out in my head. Why did Darla keep this from me?
    “Are you
beginning to remember, June?” Isadora kneeled down between my legs. “June,
dear?”
    “I told you she
was weak,” Ann spoke with a voice full of hatred and her fat finger jabbed at
me.
    “Shut up!” I
jumped to my feet and pushed Isadora out of the way. I shoved Ann so hard, she fell
into the wisteria vine and the purple petals fell around her. “And you blew up
my shed! You could’ve killed me!”
    “If I wanted to
kill you, I would have!” She brushed the fallen flowers off her clothes. “Go
home. You don’t belong here.”
    I should go
home, but now I questioned where that was. Deep down, I knew I belonged here .
Even if it was just to find out why Darla had kept Whispering Falls a secret. And
what knew about my dad. But I drew back my fist anyway. This woman was going to get   it. “I’ll show you the meaning of hurt!”
    The slamming of
car doors wasn’t going to stop me from opening a can of whoop ass on Ann.
    “June?” Jordan and
Oscar Park had gone unnoticed when they pulled up behind the Green Machine and
stood next to Ann. “Are you okay?”
    Turning at the
sound of their voices, I took my fist out of the air and put it back down to my
side where it belonged.
    “I want to press
charges!” Ann stomped her foot like a child. “She harassed me. She even
threatened me!”
    “Of course you
do.” Chandra stood nose to nose with Ann. “You want to sue anyone and everyone
that crosses you. I was a witness, you harassed her first!”
    “That is enough!”
Isadora’s voice boomed over everyone. Then she said in a softer voice to Jordan
and Oscar, “Everything is fine. Go on back to the shop, Ann.”
    She shooed Ann
back down the street toward Mystic Lights, and pointed Chandra back to A
Cleansing Spirit Spa, leaving us alone with Oscar and his uncle.
    Jaw clenched, Oscar
didn’t take his eyes off me. He knew something was wrong. There was a magical
bond between us. We each knew when the other one was in trouble, and this was
one of those times.
    I was glad he
showed up. He was the only thing in my life that did make sense. My
entire existence was questionable. I’d even go as far as saying that Mr. Prince
Charming was questionable—he was far from a normal cat.
    “Izzy, this is
my uncle, Jordan Parks.” Oscar turned the attention away from me. He was good
at doing that when I got myself in hot water, and I’d say that me about
to punch Ann was dipping my toe in hot water. “I was telling him about the
position you offered me.”
    “I wanted to see
for myself.” Jordan planted his hand on his holster and looked around. He
didn’t seem too impressed with the unique village. “I think we should