Sarah
Nothing occurred to her at the time except ‘it’s not what it looks like.’ It wasn’t. Even if it was a bit. What could she say? ‘Sorry, an older lady is living inside my body?’
‘That’ll go down well…’ Anabelle said.
‘You speak very current English for being a few hundred years old…’ Sarah grunted internally.
‘I’ve been around for a while.’
‘That’s an understatement…’
Grunting came from behind her, and the slithering sound of wood sliding on tiles. A whine caught her attention, and she turned to find Karen buried under the door’s debris. Explanations would have to wait.
‘Help me,’ Sarah told him at last.
While his expression didn’t soften, Gabriel didn’t hesitate to follow her.
‘Sarah,’ Damian called her name as she rushed past.
‘Save it for later.’
One large piece of th
