Chapter Eleven
Grace watched the propane truck disappear down the driveway and took a deep breath. She had been working non-stop since Nick and Jamie headed up the ridge: doing temporary repairs on the greenhouse cover that had been ripped by the wind last night, checking the solar panels, pulling one really big branch off the Trillium cabin roof and putting a tarp in place over the hole, putting away the grocery delivery, filling the birdfeeders—anything to stay busy.
But it hadn’t helped. She kept thinking about what she had sensed while she was working on Old Annie. And the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She didn’t trust this gift of hers enough to know if what she had felt was real—especially when she already thought she was losing her mind.
When she had rea
