Ryan had drifted back into the kitchen, and Violet could hear him chatting with her mother. She was asking him about school and sports and general questions. As long as they kept chatting, Violet would know where her mother was and she would be free to look around.
The door to her mother's room was open, so Violet slipped inside quietly. As she searched through the drawers, looking for clues such as a business card, or some magical potions, or something. The way Carl and Violet had body-swapped once, the same way her mother might have body-swapped. Or she could be under a spell. There could be any number of explanations.
There were no clues under her bed, nor in her closet. Violet stood in the middle of the room and looked around.
"Are you okay?" her mother asked, standing in the doorwa
