Chapter 7
The rain had completed its transition to icy sleet, but I could no longer feel it. Brianna easily expanded her invisible umbrella charm to cover the three of us as we walked back to Mrs. Olson's front door.
I had expected to have to do some convincing, but apparently the look on my face had made any explanations totally unnecessary. I had found Sophie first, making herself a cup of espresso in the kitchen, and before I could utter a word she had yelled for Brianna, taking my arm and leading me to the front door where we met Brianna running down from the library.
"It might be nothing," I said as we huddled together on the uneven concrete of her front step. Back in 1927, it had been pristine, but the decades between had been hard on it and it badly needed replacing.
"I trust yo
