CHAPTER THREE
Vanessa closed the door behind Emma Jane and got ready for bed in a daze. Her thoughts kept returning to the sound of Emma Jane's voice, to the way she'd drawn her so deeply into the story about another strange woman, and the strange tingle Vanessa had felt when Emma Jane had touched her hand. She didn't have the gift of seeing auras the way Cat could, or dreams the way Evelyn did, but Vanessa still felt she knew people. She liked them, liked talking with them, liked trying to guess what they'd do next. It was like a game for her, predicting when someone would zig instead of zag. But Emma Jane had mysteriously swirled into her life like the fog in the San Francisco night and Vanessa had no idea what Emma Jane would do next, or what she was going do about it.
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