A Mysterious World of Magic

Image courtesy of Unsplash~ Hoang-Tran

I stepped back onto the narrow stoop of the NYC apartment building Tamra lived in with her husband and young daughter. I watched as she ducked her head to get into the black limo with government license plates. The wind swept through her unmanageable, long black curly hair and she glanced at me before climbing into the vehicle. Her eyes were wild and I wondered if she knew what was coming. Why wouldn’t she? She was the best Chazah, seer…