-------------it’s not something that Lisa is expecting. Her life has been relatively stable. She’s got a healthy son who, despite his current troubles, is alive and working her into an early grave. She’s 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, she’s content with her single status making the most of dates and drinks with friends.
She doesn’t think about her family often. Her real family. Her mother. Aunts. Cousins. Doesn’t think about the secret she keeps from everyone around her even her son. It’s 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.
------------- She isn’t sure what to say when she opens the door and, for the first time in nineteen years, she’s 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. She’d been promising but the life of their cult-ish coven had driven her mad. She’d 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 she’d found out she was pregnant. They’d wanted her to come back. To raise her daughter the ‘proper’ way. Only, there was no daughter. Just her little boy that everyone said would die.
He didn’t. And, until now, she wasn’t certain that her family knew that. Wasn’t certain if they knew her son was alive. If they hadn’t, it’s 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 Lisa’s home.
------------- Lisa tries to get her to calm down, to get her to just be quiet, Ben doesn’t know. Can’t know but apparently that’s the wrong thing to say because now her aunt is livid. Is practically shouting about what a disgrace Lisa is and that she’s 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.
Lisa’s furious now too. Furious that her aunt seems to think that that’s the most important thing. Can feel her blood boiling. She’s so focused on coming up with the proper response that she doesn’t hear the stairs creak, doesn’t hear her son come down the stairs. Her son who’s probably heard every word from the disgrace that Lisa is to the fact that their family is one of witches.