Kevin leaned against the frame of the Florida room, watching Lizzie work with her magical markers, as he so often called them. She was like a wizard, using colors to make the information from her mind appear on the paper to show what she was thinking. As long as he could remember, even when they were kids, Lizzie could look at random things on paper and find a pattern. He had returned to the room by himself, Emma desperately wanting to run back to her cottage and take a shower to clean off the dirt and cobwebs from the cleaning they had given the house.
Trisha was watching as well, knowing to keep quiet so that Lizzie could work on uninterrupted. They watched Lizzie"s hands flying across the paper, working her magic until gradually they saw a pattern emerge. Just by working on those circl
