Chapter 33
Is my imagination playing tricks on me?
“I know the area well,” says Grams. “I was friends with one of the Leeson girls back when their family helped develop the area in the 1670s. We used to pilfer beers from her family’s brewery when we didn’t think her da was watchin’. I can’t wait to see the pink garden. Sounds lovely.”
No, this is happening.
“I must be veering in the wrong direction. Your voices were getting stronger until a few minutes ago. I thought I was imagining it. I’m going to head north and see if that helps.”
At least I think that’s north. It’s hard to tell with this weird sky and no sun or moon as a guide.
Neither of them responds right away. “Please say something!” Panic numbs my limbs as I struggle to figure out where to go.
“Sorry, we were just catching
