Technically, all I’d done was come up with the idea for doing a spell; Kimber and Cassie took care of the rest. As my father used to say, they cut their own pattern. I merely threaded the needle. That’s what I told myself, anyway.

For Kimber and Cassie, this was an adventure, and way more interesting than just hanging out in a cafe on our last day together. It would be a ritual celebrating our friendship before we all went our separate ways. Really, before they went their separate ways—Cassie to state college, and Kimber to the Coast Guard Academy—and left me here. We knew we wouldn’t see each other for a long time, and that even when we did reunite, things wouldn’t be the same. I told them that rituals like this one created a space out of time, and that this one would sanctify our friendship and give us luck for the future. But it was just a game to them. Neither of them actually believed the spell would work.

I was the only one who knew it would.

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