The hours in the collapsed house was still fresh with what Mrs. Artemis had confessed to her in the room.
People were not bad but they turned bad over little or big things which often blew up out of proportion. The woman lost her twins. To give birth to something that had been taken care of and to lose it in front of their eyes and arms, she felt sorry for the woman. Maybe the woman would have forgiven her sister, made peace that the person she loved had loved someone else but the pain must have been too much over her children.
Penny wasn't sure if she was sympathizing with the dead witch but she felt sorry for her. She felt sorry for her grandparents too who died over what Mrs. Artemis felt.
"What about you, Caitlin? You don't plan to find someone and marry?" Penny asked her aunt, curiosity in her green eyes.
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