Moira winces again as Riley takes in the sketch of her ancestor, the ancestor who looks exactly like Moira, almost as a mirror image. "Yeah," she says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Surprise! I look just like the witch supposed to have cursed the entire town!"

Moira has to wonder if her mother knows. She has to wonder who else might know. She's terrified by the idea, which is why she keeps fidgeting and looking so uncomfortable.

"I was on my way here to check in the archives for other pictures," she says quietly. "Just to be sure. But I...I saw her, and I knew it was her. It was real, my vision."