"But that's the problem," she says, looking down at the faded dust ruffle that ran along the bottom of the bed and pulling her eyebrows together. "I don't know what I am. I'm an American, I'm a witch, I'm a woman but... that doesn't do much to tell me anything."

Then she has a thought that makes her smile and turns her eyes back to the Russian man. "Do you travel a lot? I keep telling myself that once I have my current situation under control, I'll figure everything out while I travel. Best place to find yourself is in places that aren't comfortable, right?"