Olivia joined them near the stairs. She was already dressed, her long gray gypsy skirt sweeping the ground, her white peasant blouse flowing to her waist. “Am I disturbing you? I can leave if you need more time alone.”
“Of course not, Olivia,” Sarah said. “Who else would we want in this conversation but you? I was just telling Grace that though my heart will break if she goes, she needs to live her own life. You can find a way for us to keep in touch, can’t you? You are one of the most powerful witches.”
Olivia shook her head. “I just wish I understood more about what is happening with Grace.”
“This is Grace’s way of finding her way back to her one true love,” Sarah said.
“Do you think she got her lines crossed when she came back to us?” James asked. “Do you think she was headed back t
