Or maybe she was wrong? Maybe she should find this out by checking something by herself? In the garden though, not in the house. The house was great when she was with Zelda or Melissa, but it didn’t have a homey feel; it wasn’t a place she belonged.
As Bettina cleaned up and put everything in its place after her first session, she thought about when she and Zelda had arrived. They’d walked right past a wall made of stones and in that wall there had been a hole. Zelda hadn’t looked at it or said a word, but Bettina was curious. Maybe it was a portal. Maybe it led somewhere interesting. It was such a bright day that she left her things outside. I’ll move them to the next place when I’m ready.
She liked the thought of the hole in the wall. Such a contrast to this day of saturated colour and
