“You’re all confusing me,” Maxon said, scratching his head. “Why don’t you let Corynne’s soul rest in peace?” he said, standing up to open the door to look for a better signal.
“No!” The children said in unison, including Anton.
He raised his brows, not at the children but his cousin. Perhaps he had never seen Anton that scared before.
“Corynne might be there,” Anton said as his eyes went round.
“Shut up!” He laughed, raising his cellphone. “I could not read my email. My boss said I have an important email.”
He sneered, going to the window, hoping to get a signal from there.
“No!” It was Morgana who disagreed this time.
Maxon raised his hands, letting them know he wouldn’t.
“The kitchen has better reception, Maxon,” Morgana informed him. “But please, don’t open the door. The
