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looked as new as the day I bought it at the Stop & Steal. It was weird not to see her writing, scribbling on her hands or her worn-out Converse, which she didn't wear much these days. She had started wearing her thrashed black boots instead. Her hair was different, too. Almost always tied back, as if she thought she could yank the magic right out of it.
    We were sitting on the top step of my porch, the same place we had been sitting when Lena first told me she was a Caster, a secret she had never shared with a Mortal before. I was pretending to read
Jekyll and Hyde
. Lena was staring down at the blank pages of her spiral notebook, as if the thin blue lines held the answer to all her problems.
    When I wasn't watching Lena, I was staring down my street. My dad was coming home today. Amma and I had visited him on Family Day every week since my aunt checked him into Blue Horizons. Even though he wasn't back to his old self, I had to admit he was acting almost like a regular person again. But I was still nervous.
    “They're here.” The screen door slammed behind me. Amma was standing on the porch in her tool apron, the kind she preferred over a traditional one, especially on days like this. She was holding the gold charm around her neck, rubbing it between her fingers.
    I looked down the street, but the only thing I saw was Billy Watson riding his bike. Lena leaned forward to get a better look.
    I don't see a car.
    I didn't either, but I knew I would in about five seconds. Amma was proud, particularly when it came to her abilities as a Seer. She wouldn't say they were here unless she knew they were coming.
    It'll be here.
    Sure enough, my aunt's white Cadillac made the right onto Cotton Bend. Aunt Caroline had the window rolled down, what she liked to call 360 air conditioning, and I could see her waving from down the block. I stood up as Amma elbowed her way pastme. “Come on, now. Your daddy deserves a proper homecomin’.” That was code for
Get your butt down to the curb, Ethan Wate
.
    I took a deep breath.
    Are you okay?
Lena's hazel eyes caught the sun.
    Yeah.
I lied. She must have known, but she didn't say a word. I took her hand. It was cold, the way she always was now, and the current of electricity felt more like the sting of frostbite.
    “Mitchell Wate. Don't tell me you've been eatin’ anybody's pie but mine. ’Cause you look like you fell into the cookie jar and couldn't find your way back out.” My dad gave her a knowing look. Amma had raised him, and he knew her teasing held as much love as any hug.
    I stood there while Amma fussed over him as if he was ten years old. She and my aunt were chattering away like the three of them had just come home from the market. My dad smiled at me weakly. It was the same smile he gave me when we visited Blue Horizons. It said,
I'm not crazy anymore, just ashamed
. He was wearing his old Duke T-shirt and jeans, and somehow he looked younger than I remembered. Except for the crinkling lines around his eyes, which deepened as he pulled me in for an awkward hug. “How you doing?”
    My voice caught in my throat for a second, and I coughed. “Good.”
    He looked over at Lena. “Nice to see you again, Lena. I was sorry to hear about your uncle.” Those were hard-bred Southern manners for you. He had to acknowledge Macon's passing, even in a moment as awkward as this one.
    Lena tried to smile, but she only managed to look as uncomfortable as I felt. “Thank you, sir.”
    “Ethan, come on over here and give your favorite aunt a hug.” Aunt Caroline held out her hands. I wanted to throw my arms around her and let her squeeze the knot right out of my chest.
    “Let's go on inside.” Amma waved at my dad from the top of the porch. “I made a Coca-Cola cake and fried chicken. If we don't get in there soon, that chicken'll have a mind to find its way home.”
    Aunt Caroline looped her arm through my dad's and led him up the stairs. She had the same brown hair and small frame as