Arrivals
“Should I… go back into my room?” Diana asked. She felt her feet stepping backward as if on their own, retreating from the window. She felt rather as if her body was working of its own accord. She was fortunate, she knew, that she was so familiar with the house, because she couldn’t even bring herself to turn away from the penetrating gaze that had captured her so. “Diana?” Joshua said. His voice, low and concerned, snapped her out of the fog. Turning, finally, taking her eyes off the window, she saw the three others standing against a wall and staring at her. Even Evangeline appeared concerned. “Yes,” she said, “I’m fine. Back to my room.” She nodded, slightly vacantly. “No,” Joshua said. “You’re wanted downstairs.” “Oh, no,” Diana said. “No thank you. I will just–” she turned more
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