Noell shook her head, her back against the closed door, and studied her room—her space.
She knew that Katty and Bea wouldn’t follow her and barge in on her in her private space, but maybe she wasn’t keeping them out, as much as she was trying to protect herself from what was going on down there in Gamma’s closet.
No, maybe she was trying to guard against her own fears. Seeing what was possibly Gamma’s hand painting on that wall downstairs made her miss Gamma all the more. But just as much as that, the mysterious appearance, the fact that Katty could see the wall painting wet and Noell knew it was dry.
Until the hand appeared. Then time seemed to mesh, to morph into the same second, the same nanosecond. Before, Noell was in her regular time, right where she had lived all her life. But wh
