She’d been so happy. Was she rewriting the truth now to make it hurt less? Or had she really been with a man who just didn’t see her or love her the way she’d loved him?
She scrolled up just one more screen length and could see that he’d ...
Sent Tara a picture of his dick.
She threw the phone down on the bed.God.Why were they all the same? Why? Why were they all like this? Soraya’s good-Christian husband and her hipster-atheist husband and Daisy’s blue-collar construction-worker husband. Why? Why had they given so much for so long to these assholes who took more pictures of their junk than they’d ever taken of the women who loved them?
She sat in a chair near the bed, head in her hands. She wasn’t crying. She was just ...
Ben groaned, and she jerked her head upward in time to see him fidgeting beneath his blanket. She stood and moved to the bed, his eyelids fluttering as she stared down at him. Every movement he made pissed her off even more. Because it was evidence he wasn’t dying, which cleared the field for her fury.
His eyes fluttered more and then opened.
That was when her fury exploded. “Good morning, sunshine,” she said. “It’s time to wake up. Our marriage is over.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Soraya
To know your body is to know your magic.
—Rules for Witches
Soraya rushed downstairs to the apothecary to see if she’d left her purse there. She’d put in for a grocery order and was going to need her ID to get the wine and hadn’t been able to find it anywhere.
Thankfully, Aggie was still inside with one light on, standing at the counter arranging herbs.
Soraya went to the door and knocked. The lack of surprise on Aggie’s face when she looked up and saw Soraya could have easily been attributed to the fact that Soraya’s purse was in there.
But it felt like something more.
Aggie left her post at the counter and crossed the expanse of the shop to open the door.
“Oh, thank you, Aggie,” she said.
“You’re very welcome.”
“I left my purse, I think. I walked right out with my phone and keys in my pocket and didn’t realize I didn’t have my bag. I’ll just check the back.”
“Of course. Are you in a hurry?”
Soraya opened her phone app and looked at the grocery delivery. The shopper was still only halfway through her order.
“No.” She poked her head in the back, saw her purse on the peg and grabbed it, and went back out to the front of the shop.
It was so cozy in here to her now. All the little shelves with their crystals, tinctures, and tonics. The teas and herbs, tarot cards, and beautiful objects meant for altars or just to be used as talismans.
How strange that she’d felt so differently about it only a couple weeks ago.
“I was wondering if you had a moment to talk about tea.”
“Oh?”
“I think you’re the perfect person to handle tea blends when I’m not in the shop.”
“Oh, but I ...” She knew that for Aggie, tea was a source of magic. The blends weren’t just about how they tasted, but what they could do.
Madison wasn’t even allowed to make these kinds of teas. Aggie did blends and also made single cups for customers.
