She inherited November. Now someone is stealing its days.
Alison Sibley came back to Marden, Vermont, to bury her aunt, settle an old farmhouse, and leave before the town could claim any more of her life.
Then November begins.
Dead apple trees behind the Sibley house bloom overnight. Food refuses to spoil. A man buried twenty-five years ago walks home to his widow. And Alison learns the truth Louise never explained: for generations, one woman in their family has kept November itself—the month of endings, remembrance, first frost, burial, decay, and release.
Louise died before Alison was trained. Now the month is coming apart.
Someone is stealing pieces of November and using them to reopen a day Alison has spent twenty-two years trying to forget: the day her mother died. As missing hours become missing memories—and eventually threaten to become a missing date—Alison must uncover what her family hid from her and decide whether she can accept a power built not on saving everything, but on knowing when to let go.
Because if November cannot end, December may never arrive.
The Witch Who Inherited November is an atmospheric adult contemporary fantasy about family secrets, grief, memory, and the dangerous difference between preserving what we love and refusing to let it change.