Epilogue
The sun blazed down, so warm and bright, it was hard to believe that the date was November first. They’d all congregated at Glynis’s house because that had felt like the right place to gather, but the lovely weather had drawn them outside to the backyard, where the scent of roses drifted on the air, thick as incense.
Rosemary held Will’s hand as they sat on one of the outdoor love seats on the back porch. Michael and Audrey sat on the love seat opposite theirs, while Fred and Isabel occupied two of the chairs. They weren’t holding hands, but Rosemary had spied Fred whispering something to her sister earlier — and had also noted the uncharacteristic flush that had touched Isabel’s cheeks. From the look of it, getting dragged into a demonic conspiracy had only helped bring them to
