Chapter eleven
TessaYannfar was seen to be a real place, which could be accessed by a certain door.
Dr. Theodore Black, A Study of the Irrayan Belief in Yannfar
Tessa hadn’t been expecting the warmest of welcomes when Jane answered the door. She thrust the flowers forward and said, “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.” She didn’t see Jane’s face until a hand came up and knocked the bouquet aside.
“You’re sorry? Is that it?” Jane’s eyes were swollen and red from crying. “You came back here with... flowers and expect me to...”
“And chocolate,” Tessa offered. She held up the bar to show Jane, but she had turned away.
“Go home, Tessa. I have enough to deal with right now, without phony apologies from you.”
Tessa ignored this and followed her into the kitchen. “Jane, please... I am sorry, I
