Fully charged, Cassandra exited the woods, off to join her friends. She looked forward to Sunday brunch with Macy and Alexis. They had met about five years ago in a local New Age shop called Mystickal Tymes. They thought it was their common interest in divination, spirituality, and energy work that bonded them to a life-long friendship, still unaware of their history together. Their connection allowed them to communicate with each other without speaking. Whenever something was wrong with one of them, the other two would know. If they were engaged in a casual conversation, they were able to complete each other’s sentences.
Today they were meeting at the Logan Inn, where they could eat outside under the protection of a striped awning. Cassandra was first to arrive and stood outside at the o
