Chapter Seventeen
Mel stared at the card on the table, her head whirling.
“Is that bad?” Daniel asked, looking at the card.
Her dad pulled Mel close under his arm. “What do you mean, ‘for her safety’?”
Then Mel realized that Daniel had seen something. Something about her.
Determination. Concern. That was Daniel. Doubt. Anger. That was her dad. And her mom was staring at the card as well. Disbelief. Fear. Mel wanted to clamp her shield down hard, but she needed to send.
“I haven’t dropped a card in years,” her mom said in a strange tone.
Mel sent peace and trust until everyone began to calm down.
Her mom reached out and touched the card. “A Two of Swords.”
Mel knew that card. This wasn’t good.
“What does it mean?” Daniel asked.
“It means stalemate. There will be no loser or winne
