“That sure was interesting,” Kenneth said idly, patting Brooke’s bare foot and admiring the silvery-green paint on her toenails.
“Wanna try it?” Autumn offered.
He laughed. “You sound like you’re selling drugs. Is aura cleansing addictive?”
“Like exercise is,” Autumn replied. She perched on a plush rocking chair at right angles to the sofa. “It makes you feel… healthy. Relaxed. Free. At least, that’s how I feel.”
“Is this a common reaction?” He indicated Brooke’s prone form.
She shook her head. “Poor baby. If she doesn’t turn loose of Dad’s judgment soon, she may become trapped in bitterness. She’s too good a person for that. She deserves to be happy, but she doesn’t know how to let herself be.”
“I’m working on it,” he pointed out.
“It’s not yours to do,” Autumn replied quickly. “Br
