Chapter 7
The Lewis's house pulsed with energy the instant Layne entered it. He tuned in to Adalyn’s vibrations, sensing the way her little heart raced from the fear in her soul. She wanted her mother. No amount of comforting arms would replace her need.
The erratic pulses above the living room came from Hope. Holed up in her bedroom, the reality of her sister’s death had sunk in. Her heart had broken. Layne sensed every shattered beat. Though Scott was keeping her calm, her emotions spoke a story of pain. Layne understood it more than any of them.
The sound of the door clicking closed reminded him of his purpose for being there. He ignored his mother and Isaac’s whispers and moved farther into the house. By the time he made it halfway through the dining room, he noticed his father sitt
