Chapter One hundred-one

After the long explanation Gracie made to Tori. Tori could never see some things the same way again, things like Gracie herself, the town itself and the DEN. Everything, Gracie said, sounded like a carpet on the sea and if stepped on, one would be sinking.

"So, you have been staying with…" Tori eyed the house as they leaned on the car, "them?" she asked.

"Yeah." Gracie huffed.

They were silent. Tori didn't know what to say. She always had a feeling at the back of her mind that Gracie was keeping secrets. She just didn't expect them to be in multiple. They were rock in the heart.

The snow was not falling anymore, just the soft breeze that was slapping their faces, "What are they like?"  Tori interrogated curiously as her mind was not at rest.