Chapter Three: The Dead Woman in the Ring

“You just watched yourself die there.” “Which means the sender wants me to quit. If I do, Stella may die and my mother’s case remains buried.” “How do you know the future can change?” “Serena proved it.” “Or the danger merely changed form.” Mira had no answer. It was exactly what she feared. Celeste picked up a letter opener and slashed a sample of her engagement gown. Mira tried to stop her; her hand brushed the ivory satin. A vision flashed. Celeste sat in a hospital corridor, mud covering her bridal hem. A young woman lay on a gurney, holding her hand through an oxygen mask. “I’m finally home,” Stella whispered. It was happiness—at least Celeste’s greatest happiness in that moment. Mira pulled away. “Your sister comes home.”