As the flock of chickadees fled off the roof of the Storm Mansion, Zoe lowered her arms and shifted her gaze to the shadows of the fig tree stretched toward the fountain.
"What did I just do?" she said in her head, then looked down at her palm while heat slowly radiated beneath the skin.
A pink glow appeared and vanished from her palms when she turned and began to walk toward the entrance of the main building of the mansion.
A soft clicking sound echoed as Zoe pushed the door open and entered. The diamond shapes on the glass windows sprayed their reflections on the ground when the mid-afternoon sun's rays shone into the sitting room.
Lily was happily swinging her legs in all directions as she lay flat on her stomach with a plain white sheet in front of her, holding a blue pen.
"Lily," Zoe called out to her as she entered the sitting room. "Why are you lying on the ground?"
