January 10, 2015, Alcott EstateWith nightfall, lightning sparkles around the estate and winds sweep crevices, playing a creaky chorus. Toward the back of the main floor, in the old guest wing, thunderous booms and crackling logs serenade Leanne hiding beneath the covers. One touch of surrounding objects and she"ll venture to a past she doesn"t care to visit.
Today, copious visions overwhelmed her senses. One tiny touch of an object thrust her into past lives. Peering about the room, she searches for the misplaced Moldavite ring. “Of all nights … where is it?” Most days, she doesn"t need amulets or stones to protect her. She welcomes her visions, but not after the soul-sapping day. She feels some force is guiding her to images missed on previous occasions.
On many visits, she"d seen Laura
