Picking up the pad and paper, Harlow seated herself on the edge of her bed and waited for the planchette to move. Caleb had said they needed to talk but all Harlow wanted to do, was sleep. Her head was full of pain and her stomach was full of nausea, and as the planchette began to move, Harlow wrote down the letters with a sigh.
You need to stop, Harlow. You’ve been hurt and it’s not right.
“Caleb, I know you’re worried but its fine. It’s just a bump. That’s all.”
It was more than a bump. She knew that. She just didn’t want him to know how bad it was. Whoever had hit her had managed to knock her out cold for a while and it had taken over an hour to make the fifteen-minute walk back to the house.
The planchette moved again.
Listen to me, Harlow. It’s not safe. I’m not having you g
