Ever since Ms. Murphy told us about the witch trials that happened centuries ago right here in juniper, I can't stop thinking about them. If I were one of those women, I would want someone to remember me. I'm autistic. I see things that others do not. I hear sounds that they can ignore. And sometimes I feel things all at once. I won't let the witches be forgotten. Because there is more to their story. Just like there is to mine.