Chapter 24
Idaho
L. Frank Baum was right. Everything is confused when you return from the other place. You open your eyes, first your left, then your right, and then the blurry scene surrounding you comes into focus, slowly but surely. Faces you love peer down at you, waiting, worried, hoping that what they see is real yet afraid they might be imagining it. Grace tried to sit up but the fibers of her nerve endings screamed. She felt a hand under her head, helping her to lie back down. One by one she recognized the faces. Her mother. Her father. Annabelle. So it was all a dream. The dust. The wagons. The dangers. Matthew. It was all a dream.
“Oh, my God. Olivia!” Sarah cried.
Grace saw Olivia crumpled on the ground, limp as a rag doll. James rushed to Olivia’s side and helped her to sit
