Chapter Three
Rachel wheeled and was startled to see a girl standing there, in the shadows. She screamed and then said, “Who are you?”
The girl stared back at her, silent at first, shaking her head as if to say, how dare you ask who I am.
“You came all this way to see me and now you’re asking who I am?” the girl muttered.
“Matilda?” she asked, looking at her, realizing she was the spitting image of Benji in girl form.
“Um, yeah. Isn’t that why you’re here knocking on my door?”
Surprised by her rudeness, Rachel decided to put down her defenses and wait to see what she would say next.
Looking down at her watch, Matilda said, “You’re late! The first session has already begun—and you can’t miss it.”
Matilda reached out and grabbed Rachel’s hand and dragged her down the winding stairca
