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tenderness. He did not need to be burdened with her fears.
But his feelings were simply an additional complication. She loved him, and so she would go back when she was finished here. If she could. But she felt certain that the magic that brought her here would see her home. Hadn't Lucy's journal said so?
It also said she'd stay there, without Mike, for a long time. And then the journal ended.
She had to come back here. How could she go on if she thought otherwise?
Maybe the threat she sensed to Mike was not really imminent. Maybe she could remain here for a long time, waiting to save him, savoring their moments together.
She knew, though, that her special power was telling her otherwise. Mike was in trouble now. She would help him first. And then she would leave.
"Okay," Mike said to Grace. "Let me tell you a little about what you read."
The aging housekeeper looked startled. "Well, I don't"
"Let Myra read the journals," Jess demanded, her tone grumpy. Abby glanced with sympathy at the elderly woman who looked so like Lucy. This was one of her off days. If only she had not been so lucid the day before . . . but no. What was to be would be, and Abby was better off knowing, to be prepared.
"Myra's not here now," Mike told his great-aunt gently. He turned back to Grace. "The jour-

 
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