It was a normal evening. Aside from the fact that Remi was out, dealing with his clients as the witch - it was the new moon, so it was all according to his usual schedule - there was nothing out of the ordinary. Vivi was sitting in the booster seat and playing with the activity tray, while Felix was busying himself around the kitchen, kneading dough, and glancing at the notes pasted on the wall in front of him…
When all of a sudden, a cold gust of wind blew on the back of his neck.
Felix paused for a moment. He wasn't alarmed, though. The wind carried the scent of the winter air mixed with a hint of jasmine. Although there was something different about this scent, he assumed that Remi must have come back. He left the dough on the counter and stepped out of the kitchen, his hands still covered in flour…
The moment he saw the person standing at the door, he couldn't help but pause.
It wasn't Remi. It was his mother, Agnes.
