Michael stood inside the foyer, eyes shut, hands held palm up in front of him. “I’m not getting anything. What about you?”
Feeling vaguely ridiculous, Audrey did the same, doing her best to quiet her inner voice so she could focus on the building that surrounded her. She breathed in and out, waiting for that jangle of screechy voices to start up again, or to be enveloped in a cold that couldn’t be explained, or to smell something that shouldn’t be there.
But she experienced none of those phenomena. All she could sense was the house around her, the faint tick-tock of a clock in another room, the slightest of creaks as the sun shone down on the structure and the wooden frame expanded a bit.
There was nothing here. Nothing except her and Michael.
Opening her eyes, she shook her head. “I c
