<blockquote>The witch nodded and drank her own coffee and motioned for Leah to drink hers (the orange peel turned out to be a long strip at the bottom of the cup). When it came to talking about her husband, how he’d been before she’d broken the curse, Leah found herself stumbling. “He was so beautiful,” she said.
“Monsters are, often,” the witch agreed.</blockquote>
