“Yes.” Grace warmed, imagining little Rose in a snowsuit. It was nice that Bobbi remembered so much about her. Why couldn’t Grace’s memories return? Maybe now that she’d mated, she’d get stronger, and she’d be able to remember. It was something good to hope for. “I’ll call you when we get back to town.” She had to figure out a way to stay in Bobbi and Brian’s life without causing them any danger. Was it possible for an immortal to be friends with humans—at least for a little while?

How odd to think that she might know Bobbi and Brian’s great-great-great grandkids someday. The marking on her back pulsed with energy, but Faith had assured her that would dissipate.

The picture of Bobbi’s sister and Rose caught her eye from where she’d hung it to dry. The little girl was pale and her eyes wide. She held on, but sadness and fear lingered in her pretty eyes. The sister held tight, a hardness or maybe a secret in her eyes. Something off. “What’s your sister’s name, Bobbi?”

Bobbi was quiet for a moment. “Kim,” she sighed. “Our mother was a hippie from the old times. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. She just seemed quiet and kind of shy,” Grace lied.

“Oh, she is,” Bobbi agreed. “She’s never talked much, and frankly, she’s not a lot of fun.”

Was that darkness in the sister? There was an aura around her, a sense of shadow that Grace couldn’t place. How could she warn Bobbi? What was there to say? Um, there’s a strange shadow around your sister in my picture, and even though you’ve known her forever, I think she’s weird? No. That wouldn’t work. Maybe if Grace spent more time with them, she could put her finger on it. For now, she’d develop all of the pictures. “Any plans on the baptism?”

“Oh, yeah. I know it’s short notice, but we were able to get the hall for the celebration next Sunday. It’s five days away, and I know you’re out of town, but could you please come? It’d mean a lot to us.”

Grace stared at the picture. At Kim and innocent Rose. “Yes. I’ll definitely be there.” Every instinct she had told her to look out for that little girl, whose innocent eyes were already telling her something. What, she didn’t know. But she’d figure it out, and hopefully Adare would want to help.

A ruckus sounded on the other end of the line. The sound was muffled, and Bobbi’s voice was filtered. “Hey, hon. I’m on the phone with Grace, and she can make it on Sunday.”

“Awesome,” Brian said, his voice coming through clearly. “Is her head all right? That was kind of weird.”