Elizabeth wished for the hundredth time that she had the same senses as the others did all the time.
Her powers helped sometimes, but right now she couldn’t read anything at all and she didn’t know if it was because she was alone, or because something had happened to Elle or Connie.
She managed to haul herself to her feet, and for a moment she was relieved that she didn’t crumple back down into a heap the way she had feared she might.
It was always exhausting to be on the precipice of having a vision, but trying to hold it back was not helping.
She pressed her ear to the door as if that would help, but she still couldn’t hear anything.
If she opened the door now and found Connie there it might still be light enough outside that she could try to get away; Elle may have been trying to b
