“Thanks again, Luna. I owe you a caprese!”

“You’ve got a deal!” Luna waved, then dashed to where she had placed her earlier drawing and bolted into Cullen’s showroom.

“Do you remember where I put that drawing I did about the trunk?” She was almost out of breath.

“It’s on the worktable.” Cullen’s eyes followed his sister as she bounded toward the workshop in the back. Then he heard her squeal. He ran in to see if she was OK.

“What’s wrong?” He looked concerned.

“Check this out.” She flattened the two drawings on the table side by side. They stood in silence, comparing them.

“So, wait.” Cullen raised an eyebrow. “The one on the right is the first one you drew. Where did the second one come from?”

“Today. A woman who I had never met came to me. She’s having marital problems.”

Cullen stared at the two charcoal drawings. “The one on the right is flames with a little boy. The one on the left is flames with two people slightly taller than the little boy who is also in the same drawing. That’s strange, even for you.”

“Right? They must be connected somehow.” Luna’s mind was spinning.

“Not necessarily. You had the diary with you. Maybe some of the energy jumped the psychic fence?” Cullen wasn’t being facetious. Just his own way of dealing with the curiosity.

“I dunno, Cul. I have an odd feeling about this.”

“Odd? You?” Cullen chuckled.

She gave him a slight smack on the arm with the back of her hand. “Hey, be nice. Odd as in some kind of complexity.”

“Didn’t you say it was marital stuff?”

“Yes. That was her reason for coming here, but I think there’s more to it.” Luna squinted her eyes as if it would help her think harder.

“Do you think she was the one who sent the trunk?” Cullen was intrigued.

“No. Not her. But there is a connection somehow.”

“Well, I don’t know when you’ve been wrong about something intuitive.”

“That’s the whole point of intuition, dummy.” Luna shook her head and smirked. “But somehow there is a connection here.”

“Oh boy.” Cullen looked up at the ceiling. “What was her demeanor?”

“It was obvious she was nervous. She kept twisting her napkin in her lap. There was a sadness about her.”

“Aren’t most of your clients sad about something?” Cullen was being serious.

“True, but . . .” Luna got a wild look in her eyes. “The coffee cup.”

“What coffee cup?” Cullen was now talking to the back of her head.