Arrival - Open
There were so many things that had been ‘off’ about the Fourth of July celebration, not the least of which was Ingrid’s boss’ death. She’d tried to get information from Tommy but that hadn’t gone well. She’d have to snoop later about that one. Then there was her nephew. She didn’t care what Joanna thought, there was something off about Frederick. She just had to figure out what it was.
She hated that she couldn’t see his aura, or rather than she couldn’t see his true one. Wendy was positive the dark aura that she’d seen before was him. It didn’t matter that what she saw now wasn’t it. Somehow he could mask it. She stared out the window of the gathering storm and couldn’t help but wonder if it was foreshadowing.
Wendy turned from the window but instead of being inside the house with the subdued chatter of her family, she was standing on a cobblestone street in a picturesque village. “The hell?”
She hated that she couldn’t see his aura, or rather than she couldn’t see his true one. Wendy was positive the dark aura that she’d seen before was him. It didn’t matter that what she saw now wasn’t it. Somehow he could mask it. She stared out the window of the gathering storm and couldn’t help but wonder if it was foreshadowing.
Wendy turned from the window but instead of being inside the house with the subdued chatter of her family, she was standing on a cobblestone street in a picturesque village. “The hell?”