Nothing is tampered

I checked the toiletries carefully, but nothing seemed amiss. I sliced off the top layer of our deodorant sticks for safety and squeezed out a bit of toothpaste, but there was no real danger there. Our hairbrushes were in our purses—no witch leaves her hairbrush untended—and so were our toothbrushes, so there were no true danger points in this area.

“Nicole!”

I walked back inside the room. “Yeah?”