“What is that?” Kelly asked the moment she entered the kitchen and found her mother looking at an odd ball that appeared to be made of glass.
Her mother turned worried eyes towards her, “It’s a message ball.”
“A message ball?” The blonde teenager repeated dumbly.
“It’s a magical device,” her mother explained calmly.
“Oh. Where did you find it?”
“On the front porch.”
“What does it say?” Kelly asked, genuinely intrigued.
Her mother shrugged her shoulders at that. “I don’t know. I didn’t activate it.”
“What are you waiting for?” Kelly asked anew.
“I’m not sure I wanna know what it says.”
“Only one way to find out,” Kelly put a supporting hand on her mother’s shoulder.
“You’re right,” she let out on a sigh.
The half-siren grabbed the message ball and threw it against the wall. It e
