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“We can probably find out,” Beckett says.

“How?” I ask.

“We can exhume your body,” he says. “It might not work, but scientists today can find out amazing things through modern tests. I believe we can run tests to see if you were poisoned or not.”

“You mean…dig my body up?” I ask, feeling a bit nauseous at the idea of seeing my dead self.

“I would only do it with your permission,” he says. “But it is the only way we can know for sure.”

“And if I wasn’t poisoned?” I ask.

“Then you can have peace of mind and I can focus the investigation elsewhere.”

I didn’t have to think about it very long before I said, “Let’s do it.”

CHAPTER 21

“What do you think, Cora?” Beckett calls out to me. I appraise his snowman like a fine work of art.

“It doesn’t really look like a person, does it?” I ask.

“That’s because I’m not done yet,” he says. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a carrot. He stabs the carrot into the poor snowman’s face. “There. Ta-da!”

“Much better,” I say, even though it looks even worse now than it did before.

“Did people not make snowmen back in your day?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Not that I recall. We made snow angels, though.”

“I can make a snow angel, Auntie Cora! Watch me!”

“No! Watch me!”

Piper’s twins vie for my attention. They call me Auntie Cora even though I am really their great-great-great-great-great-something-grandmother. I’ve lost count at this point. The girls know I’m a relative, but they are too young to know the truth just yet. Perhaps in a few years we will tell them. For now, we are still trying to keep my true identity a secret from everyone except only the closest family members.

We all fall back into the snow, which has become quite deep in the last couple of weeks, and make snow angels. I look up at the clear blue sky as a snowflake lands on my nose and think about how beautiful life can be. I’ve grown quite happy and content in this new world. Though, I know I’m also very lucky to have woken up in a world where I had family willing and eager to accept me. Had I lived anywhere but Mystic Cove, living in such an unfamiliar world would have been much more difficult, if not impossible.

“Need a hand?” Beckett asks me. I take his offered hand and he helps me up. I try to step over the edge of my snow angel so I don’t mess it up and end up almost tumbling forward, but Beckett catches me in his strong arms.

“Careful there, dear,” he says. I look up and brush some snowflakes from his eyebrows and eyelashes. He looks into my eyes, then down at my lips. I know he wants to kiss me. And I want to kiss him too, but I hold back. I step away from him and call out to the girls.

“Alright, who’s ready for hot cocoa?”

I’m met with a repetitive chorus of “me, me, me” as the four of us leave the park, a small one close to The Book Coven, and head toward the bookshop, where Beverly said she would have warm drinks waiting when we got back. The girls run ahead, leaving Beckett and me to catch up. But we don’t bother chasing them. There are no roads between here and there, so we just watch as they run off, tossing snowballs at one another.

“They are so cute, don’t you think?” Beckett asks me as we walk, arm in arm.

“Exhausting is more like it,” I say.

“I thought you didn’t get tired?” he asks.

“That just goes to show you how exhausting they are!” I say, and we laugh.

“I was wondering what you want to do for Christmas,” he says.

“Hmm. What do people usually do for Christmas nowadays?”

“Well, everything is closed, except the Chinese restaurants. So, the day is usually spent at home with family, and each family tends to have their own traditions. Most families will wake up and open presents together, then have a meal. But what happens after is anyone’s guest. Some watch movies together, some play games.”

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