Chapter 12
The field and the people dissolved, and she was back in her grandmother’s attic in front of her aunt’s dusty old trunk.
Branwen sank to the cold floor, trembling and breathing hard.
What? What had just happened to her?
Her heart pounded so hard she saw dark spots. She looked at the pile of her Aunt Cian’s old clothes, then at the pile of her own clothes beside the trunk, her engagement ring glinting in the faint light.
The stone had fallen to the floor beside the trunk. Terrified of touching it again, she grabbed the heavy coat Fiona had given her and draped it around her shoulders.
Obviously that wasn’t real. That could not have been real. She was spacing out or something, maybe some kind of hormone surge.
Never mind the much stronger smell of m*******a floating around h
