Chapter 51

Emily glanced back at Devonshire, at least what she could see of it from that distance, mainly the high chimneys peeking through a dense forest of pine. Bishop touched her on the shoulder, and when she turned back to him, their perfect child had vanished. But how is this possible? How is any of this within the realm of possibility?

“It is,” he said. “You’ll see, Emily. It ispossible. We’re possible. Anything is if you want it badly enough.”

“But this is a dream. My dream and you’re in it. All wishful thinking on my part, and I’ve somehow willed you to life.”

“You give yourself quite a lot of credit, don’t you?” he asked. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve cast a spell and it’s gotten the better of me.” Oh, Livie why aren’t you here to tell me what to do?”

“Maybe she is,” he said, again reading her thoughts.

“Will you be doing that all the time?” she asked. “Reading my mind. You know, it’s rather unnerving.”