“What is it?” Sarah asked.
“Do you feel that?” Olivia looked at the door as though she expected someone to walk in. “There’s a presence here.”
“What is it?”
Olivia closed her eyes again, listening. “I don’t know. I can’t get a feel for it.”
“It knew my name.” Sarah checked behind the bookcase and the display cases, hoping to see someone she knew and trying not to be afraid.
“I don’t feel it any longer, so it must be gone,” Olivia said.
“What do we do now?”
“We wait to see if it comes back. I wouldn’t worry, Sarah. I didn’t feel anything angry, like it meant you harm.”
Sarah nodded even if she wasn’t convinced. She looked at Grace, who was still fascinated by the store, pointing and babbling at the shiny beads on the counter. “Aren’t those pretty, Grace?” Sarah said. “When you’re bi
