50 OPHELIA CLARK
November 8
I came home from the bank yesterday afternoon feeling incredible. Even though the police officers figured out there weren’t any bombs in the building quicker than I thought they would, the manager closed the branch for the rest of the evening, anyway. I even watched the news at 5:00 and at 11:00 as well. There was nothing about anyone getting shot. I did it! I passed the challenge! All I had to do now was wait for Isra to reach out to me with instructions on when I could start my training as a diviner. For the first time in weeks, I went to bed knowing that I could rest easy and that the shadow dreams about the awful murder in Monroe were done and over with.
Ophelia’s bare feet were covered in sores and filth. She staggered across the strip mall’s parking lot
