-------------itâs not something that Lisa is expecting. Her life has been relatively stable. Sheâs got a healthy son who, despite his current troubles, is alive and working her into an early grave. Sheâs got a job that she loves. Friends. And, while sometimes she thinks of the man who fathered her son and the life they could of had, sheâs content with her single status making the most of dates and drinks with friends.
She doesnât think about her family often. Her real family. Her mother. Aunts. Cousins. Doesnât think about the secret she keeps from everyone around her even her son. Itâs not a part of her life. She locked that part up tight and vowed to take it to her grave.
                      Apparently someone had other plans.Â
------------- She isnât sure what to say when she opens the door and, for the first time in nineteen years, sheâs looking straight into the eyes of her Tia Soledad. Her first instinct is fear. The sharp eyes of the woman in front of her scan her and let out a soft scoff. As a teenager, Lisa had been well on her way to being more powerful than any of her aunts and her mother. Sheâd been promising but the life of their cult-ish coven had driven her mad. Sheâd longed to be free and the first chance she got...she left.
No one followed. Not really. Her mother kept contact but the rest of her family only reached out once. When sheâd found out she was pregnant. Theyâd wanted her to come back. To raise her daughter the âproperâ way. Only, there was no daughter. Just her little boy that everyone said would die.
He didnât. And, until now, she wasnât certain that her family knew that. Wasnât certain if they knew her son was alive. If they hadnât, itâs becoming clear that they learned because her aunt is speaking. Scolding is more appropriate. Scolding and working her way into the house as she turns up her nose at Lisaâs home.
------------- Lisa tries to get her to calm down, to get her to just be quiet, Ben doesnât know. Canât know but apparently thatâs the wrong thing to say because now her aunt is livid. Is practically shouting about what a disgrace Lisa is and that sheâs should be ashamed of hiding her heritage, her magic. They come from a long line of powerful witches and her ancestors are looking down with rage.
Lisaâs furious now too. Furious that her aunt seems to think that thatâs the most important thing. Can feel her blood boiling. Sheâs so focused on coming up with the proper response that she doesnât hear the stairs creak, doesnât hear her son come down the stairs. Her son whoâs probably heard every word from the disgrace that Lisa is to the fact that their family is one of witches.Â