Chapter 3Ahead of Oliver, the sunrise lit the sky with shades of pink. No one hid in the branches of the willows trees in the backyard. The air lacked any dangerous energy. The danger from hours before could’ve just been a bad dream except that Ron stood at the front door with a police officer. Norah sat on the sofa with her teddy bear gripped in her arms so tightly that Oliver was glad it wasn’t a real animal. Thankfully, everyone was safe. The morning felt light and peaceful, all except for the crack in the window.
He stood before the glass wall where the woman’s image had formed. At the point where she had placed her hand against his, a crack ran to the right edge of the glass. He traced it with his finger, shifted his gaze to the window on his right. While the glass was still solid, t
